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GLOCKBOYKARI

"Bird Box"

[Intro:]
(Chopstar)
Yea
Yea, uh, uh, yea
You ain’t a shooter, you got on a blindfold
Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, yea
You ain’t a shooter you got on a— uh, uh

[Hook:]
You ain’t a shooter, you got on a blindfold
Wait--He think he on Bird Box
AR-15 knock that boy out his flip-flops
Take that boy shoes, then I tell him to kick rocks
They want me changing my ways
n*ggas went beef, cooking Famous Dave’s
I got the whips, n*gga like a slave
Tech to his face, make a n*gga shave

[Bridge:]
How you a shooter? You got on a blindfold
pus*y you might as well shoot with your eyes closed
Bro in the kitchen, whipping with the white bowl
Work out with Glocks, n*gga better get swole
Big QP, stuffed in my draws
I’m in her throat, n*gga like a halls
I got that bag, n*gga Santa Clause
(Brrttt), get down, n*gga get lost

[Verse:]
30 clip hang out the AR
Slide on an opp, send some shots out the race car
Said that he trappin’ lil n*gga that’s a bad bar
Rock out with heavy metal like a guitar
I got the plug at the CVS
Those ain’t no real diamonds, they ain’t VVS
Thinking he Superman, I take the “S” off his chest
Now that boy wanna tweet, knock the birds out his nest
I gotta slide with that K on me
Boy you a sucka, ain’t got sh*t to say to me
n*gga want smoke, then come hit a jay with me
He want fade, ain’t no kid or no play in me
(What he say?) “You a glockboy with no Glock,”
This ain’t no rap battle, pop a dot
b*tch hit my phone, said she want the c*ck
Shoot at his stomach, leave him crop top

[Bridge:]
How you a shooter? You got on a blindfold
pus*y you might as well shoot with your eyes closed
Bro in the kitchen, whipping with the white bowl
Work out with Glocks, n*gga better get swole
Big QP, stuffed in my draws
I’m in her throat, n*gga like a halls
I got that bag, n*gga Santa Clause
(Brrttt), get down, n*gga get lost

[Hook (x2):]
You ain’t a shooter, you got on a blindfold
(Wait) He think he on Bird Box
AR-15 knock that boy out his flip-flops
Take that boy shoes, then I tell him to kick rocks
They want me changing my ways
n*ggas went beef, cooking Famous Dave’s
I got the whips, n*gga like a slave
Tech to his face, make a n*gga shave

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