The Glitch
The Glitch
Just come to hit you like a motherf*cking glitch
You heard well, Buck been pimping on the zone, lame
Shut the f*ck up boy, your mouth is 'bout meet my blade
You think you're hard for selling dope
The same shit that we done in alleyways
Dirt my shoes and ripped my pants
Chasing, 'bout beat the spot
Efforts off your part I got two cookies bunches on the pocket
Running from the 5-0 dawgs
Psycho laugh inside the truck
Now going ahead outside the sunroof, pulling up the steering wheel
One hand busy with the nine
But 'bout to make a rally on these lands
Speeding to spot, focused on turn it into the devils grave
Yelling, pussies popped
I'm banging while the corner still being bended
Brimstone rain, beeper stutter,
Wheels on burning, rims on duty
Popping out the window
Young Osama like we plan it for you
Stripped of any limit
Slugs blessed by gods of city
I'm assembled to that semi
Catching up, pussies tec's empty
Bitch, my stick's up, is up
But chill your buttchicks, you ain't the one I'll hit
Bucked that motherf*cker 'til the last sec that I had to leave
They may say they good 'cause ain't the moment when appears the Grim
Trying to play they're ghosts, Buck brought a deal to turn that to real
When the wheels drifting the floor it's the time for lights to go out
Long hair swinging in slow-mo before shut your snout
Buck The Grim - Trapinski Lyrics
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The Glitch
The Glitch
Just come to hit you like a motherf*cking glitch
You heard well, Buck been pimping on the zone, lame
Shut the f*ck up boy, your mouth is 'bout meet my blade
You think you're hard for selling dope
The same shit that we done in alleyways
Dirt my shoes and ripped my pants
Chasing, 'bout beat the spot
Efforts off your part I got two cookies bunches on the pocket
Running from the 5-0 dawgs
Psycho laugh inside the truck
Now going ahead outside the sunroof, pulling up the steering wheel
One hand busy with the nine
But 'bout to make a rally on these lands
Speeding to spot, focused on turn it into the devils grave
Yelling, pussies popped
I'm banging while the corner still being bended
Brimstone rain, beeper stutter,
Wheels on burning, rims on duty
Popping out the window
Young Osama like we plan it for you
Stripped of any limit
Slugs blessed by gods of city
I'm assembled to that semi
Catching up, pussies tec's empty
Bitch, my stick's up, is up
But chill your buttchicks, you ain't the one I'll hit
Bucked that motherf*cker 'til the last sec that I had to leave
They may say they good 'cause ain't the moment when appears the Grim
Trying to play they're ghosts, Buck brought a deal to turn that to real
When the wheels drifting the floor it's the time for lights to go out
Long hair swinging in slow-mo before shut your snout
The Glitch
Just come to hit you like a motherf*cking glitch
You heard well, Buck been pimping on the zone, lame
Shut the f*ck up boy, your mouth is 'bout meet my blade
You think you're hard for selling dope
The same shit that we done in alleyways
Dirt my shoes and ripped my pants
Chasing, 'bout beat the spot
Efforts off your part I got two cookies bunches on the pocket
Running from the 5-0 dawgs
Psycho laugh inside the truck
Now going ahead outside the sunroof, pulling up the steering wheel
One hand busy with the nine
But 'bout to make a rally on these lands
Speeding to spot, focused on turn it into the devils grave
Yelling, pussies popped
I'm banging while the corner still being bended
Brimstone rain, beeper stutter,
Wheels on burning, rims on duty
Popping out the window
Young Osama like we plan it for you
Stripped of any limit
Slugs blessed by gods of city
I'm assembled to that semi
Catching up, pussies tec's empty
Bitch, my stick's up, is up
But chill your buttchicks, you ain't the one I'll hit
Bucked that motherf*cker 'til the last sec that I had to leave
They may say they good 'cause ain't the moment when appears the Grim
Trying to play they're ghosts, Buck brought a deal to turn that to real
When the wheels drifting the floor it's the time for lights to go out
Long hair swinging in slow-mo before shut your snout
Writer: Daniel Fernández
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