Fun Facts – GlokkNine

I was blind to the bullshit
Now I can see
I’m peeping all this foul shit
Like I’m a referee
Roll a opp in a backwoods
Cause we don’t fuck with Grab-a-leaf
Shit get true true
That lil engine made it around the team
I was FUBUd down
And the ones on my feet
Niggas out here throwing shade, like they was standing under a tree
Throw that boy a hollow tip
We got the drop on where he sleep
308’s coming through everything
We could play hide n seek

All these fuck niggas my son and they never been a Phoenix
I’m a wizard and I keep on me like that boy a Reanx
All these motherfucking rats
I still won’t settle for V-Necks
When I rolling of that addy
I say shit that I don’t be meaning
It get wicked on my side
Better slide or them boys get even
Aye I woke em’ out they sleep they was napping like why they sleeping
Aye them boys don’t want beef cus [?]
I call my troopers
Make them boys sit on you and wait till you leave
Check my aroma bae
This that corona gas
This what I’m [?]
Get up on em’, talking right up on em’
Make sure he ain’t breathin
You know that money don’t wash pain away that shit stuck for a reason
Save that money for a rainy day
I’m telling you goin need it
Save that money for a rainy
I’m telling you gon need it
I tried to wipe my scars away, but I just kept on bleeding
I watch my nigga fade away, but I ain’t get to meet him
And now they gotta feel my pain ASAP and I been feeing

I was blind to the bullshit
Now I can see
I’m peeping all this foul shit
Like I’m a referee
Roll a opp in a backwoods
Cause we don’t fuck with Grab-a-leaf
Shit get true true
That lil engine made it around the team
I was FUBUd down
And the ones on my feet
Niggas out here throwing shade, like they was standing under a tree
Throw that boy a hollow tip
We got the drop on where he sleep
308’s coming through everything
We could play hide n seek

[?] granddaddy told me to my peace
Like a Reese’s
We smoking these niggas like swisher sweets
No competition and they tryna compete
I really take that as ambition
Like baby you made it you in the wealth of your position
I told em’ keep hatin but all it do is make me richer
I say them crackers “keep waiting”
They need to gon on n free lil Richard
You gotta get em cremated
You face shot em’ crack his pickle
Imma baby
It’s 1400 ways to kill em
I done taught them Benjamins’s since to little
I done showed him dividends
And now he want a griddle
In that jungle I beating on my chest
I go gorilla
I can promise you ain’t nun like the rest of them other niggas
Naw, ian like them other boys
We suit and go hunt
You’ll do the same if it was yours
The way [?] swang blocks
He do that shit like it was chores
I was blind now I can see that you ain’t really [?]

I was blind to the bullshit
Now I can see
I’m peeping all this foul shit
Like I’m a referee
Roll a opp in a backwoods
Cause we don’t fuck with Grab-a-leaf
Shit get true true
That lil engine made it around the team
I was FUBUd down
And the ones on my feet
Niggas out here throwing shade, like they was standing under a tree
Throw that boy a hollow tip
We got the drop on where he sleep
308’s coming through everything
We could play hide n seek