Lyrics GlokkNine – Run On Sentence
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Bounce out took the wrong route to your destination
I know them crackers tryna label this an organization
We got the work so tap in do an application
Drove a car on perc tell her spin for a couple Haitians
Put full block on full alert and gave a yoppa to him
Mama I know black boy got way cause that’s my dna
I’m livin A be A C die by frito lay
Oh this shit ain’t permits dog breathin now he gon to waste
Oh so you anemic we got treatment for them type of things
I done gave lease on a cooler we call him AC
Even though the stick came with a cooler in miami heat
Like I said front door we at your front door we could link and meet
I don’t do none that lean backwoods don’t bring swishers sweets
I guess his mama musta fucka the road that’s why he so concrete
Dis shit done got wiser I’m a year older I just move the street
And ever since drop the charges claim they gon try for weed
Baby this that gas this that opp this that rapper weed
Call you johnny apple like the book you boyn smoke hella seeds
We 7-11 block boy can’t go in there cause its cancer season
Trap done closed cause we don’t for safety
You see that jit with that black mask yeah he got shit for treason
I throw middle fingers to my past that’s what made a nigga
Jump in yo shit you thought it got towed I guess I made it nigga
Everybody hand out like I owe em but who done paid a nigga
Detail always with me I be smokin with my baby sitter
Hit the road on that sour bitch cause she bitter bitter
Everything sparked ain’t meant to snap ima expose a nigga
And every nigga with me done cut off pills control their system
Me OD and Baby Joe dumb dumb and dumber
Sayin my shit sound the same I ain’t gon rap delete yo comments
Pull up on a nigga curb and clear the scene who done done it
Shit I’m in here feelin like g herbo who run it
Devin hester in 06 I’m in here waitin for you to punt it
Cause I ain’t kick it with no kicker when she scissor they be runnin
I be packin pistols like utensils al in middle school
I was in her jaw fuck the shark I’m the delaer dude
We be breakin laws in my draws while I stuff the tool
Ooh we too advanced for you man they think middle school
We got the plug sayin what the socket do
Ball man we take trip to mars he got altitude
Ain’t like the boulder on her shoulders cause I’m out with rude
And now she seein me with me these blue hundreds must think ima foo
That’s a run on sentence
