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Glokk40Spaz - Free Sumo

[Intro: Go.unna/Sumo]
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Man, you know what going on
We Baby Life out this bitch man
We back on the sound, fuck you mean, free King 30 out that motherfucker

[Verse]
Free Sumo, had like ten missed calls on my phone (Brr)
Got motherfuckin' 30 15 in your home (Hrrr)
This Baby Life shit but you cannot come home
I broke that hoe off and I do not feel wrong
Youngin take off your top like the Georgia dome
How the fuck can I flop, nigga, I ain't on
I do not want talk, nigga, leave me 'lone
Band gang come in your trap with them motherhfuckin' AK's
Shawty gon' mask the fuck up, we don't say nun
Baby Life slide, we don't do no playdates
Young nigga hiding, push up to that one way
Oh you think you slimin' that nigga, go make some shake
Knocking down trees but this ain't earthquakes
Oh these niggas wanna just go for God's sake
Shawty don't know he got put on a plate
Just like a baby got spanked
Young nigga faded, I think I might faint
Young nigga use to steal cars with no plate
I'ma walk the block with a gun and a shank
My partner got locked up I can't even think (Can't even think)
I gotta pull some hundreds out the bank
Young nigga want a pistol, bitch, I want a tank
He talm bout gelato fucking up his brain
These young niggas kicking shit in like Liu Kang
Don't come to Atlanta thinkin’ that you brave, nigga
Crazy bitches on my phone done got slayed
I got the groupie bitches on replay
We don't do the goofy bitches, they get played
Young nigga spraying at you like some Raid
I wanna see my bitch in lingerie
Don't nobody fuck with us cause we don't play
Kel-Tec on me, make him harlem shake
A lot of these niggas out here ain't get DP
I don't give a fuck my bro locked up at GP
Man I might just catch me a play at the BP
You think you the one with the stick, you gone see me
We run from the cops, we got cameras on TVs
Don't listen to bullshit, throw out his CD
This hoe got a cooling kit, young nigga freeze
I don't fuck with rat niggas, I don't eat no cheese
Jump out the window like Peter Pan, nigga gon' make him believe
Hopped out the car then we wiping his nose now that fuck nigga just gotta sneeze
Hrrr, Pillow talking to the bitch, was it worth it?
I let that bitch let me go on purpose
They said he want smoke, nigga they try dead it
Velly, is you ready?
Choppa just like belly
Do you believe in Heaven?
Twist him like spaghetti
Pop out like confetti
Nigga just won’t ready
Treat him like the devil
'Cause thats how we sketch it
I was tryna feed myself, but y'all ain't let me
Slime did some shit now niggas out to get me
Young nigga nervous
Bro, let me hop out the car, he deserve it
I might just pop the blick up for no reason
Mask up, take him for treason
We do the ransom, nigg,a he ain't leaving
We gon' n' get that get back and I mean it, nigga
How the fuck did you figure
Y'all niggas ain't with it
This gun hold a titty
Give a fuck 'bout no feelings (Fuck feelings)

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