Glokk40Spaz - ​Luv No Slutz

★ intro: glokk40spaz & unknown female ★
Hey spaz
Whoa what’s up, what you doing?
Nothing, i miss you
I can’t wait till you come home, so we can be together
Yeah...
Mm, okay well, i love you
Hello?
Hold up
Hello spaz you there?
The caller has hung up
(hey chapo)
Did this nigga just hang up the phone on me?
Whoa, whoa mobb, gang, gf
Nigga know what the fuck mobbin'
F&n pistol, in my pocket, i'm joggin'
I belittle my bitches, i don't tell them i'm sorry

★ chorus ★
Sumo flippin' the can, we gon' call 'em john gotti
Man, this 7.6 shit, mafioso party
Cut 'em in his shit, go boy, walking target
And i'm gon' finish the beef that i always started
Babylife shit, fuck yo' camp
Stomp on a opp like a ant
Juan want me to die, but i can't
Up the glock, turn the switch on like a lamp
Boy keep on playin', i'm the numbеr one vamp
Psych out 'bout my stamp, seen the glock, i took it
Nigga got the stick, hе finna shoot him like d. booker
I'ma press the issue if his ass keep lookin'
I'm finna pop his ass off, turn me up
In a sprinter van, sticked up
Scared of the mobb, see the whoa, he get hiccups
Pop at his ass, we gon' bust at his truck

★ verse ★
Fuck that bitch, i'm just tryna' get my nut
Bitch, don't cap, you know this shit just lust
How the fuck can bwhoa ever love on a slut?
I shoot through the peephole, if he creep through the cut
Set his ass up with a bitch, it was easy to get his ass bust
Said one of the whoa's got took, all that shit wasn't nun
Gotta fuck more than bitch, this shit unjust
Nigga got in my face, we don't do sucker-punch
Uppercut his bitch ass, had to lift his ass up
Been seen through the fake gang bangers, man, these niggas ain't tough
Huh, i'm on the block with my fye', i'm cocky as fuck, i feel untouched
I tote the glock by the kid, i'on give a fuck, but i still won't cuss
Whoa ain't goin' for nothin', dk bought him a 50 round drum
Play with the mobb, we gon' rock out on sum'
Doin' all that dissin', we gon' cut off his thumb
Know some bitches do dick, put the crack in her gum
Nigga said he got the drop on me?, pussy ass nigga, bullshit, all baloney
Whoa said "put 'em on the plate, anchovy"
Opps sing to the cops like karaoke
30 shots, hit his ass just like jokić
Wet his block up, i'm talm 'bout soak it
Joker face on my back, lil' bitch i'm not joking

★ chorus ★
Sumo flippin' the can, we gon' call 'em john gotti
Man, this 7.6 shit, mafioso party
Cut 'em in his shit, go boy, walking target
And i'm gon' finish the beef that i always started
Babylife shit, fuck yo' camp
Stomp on a opp like a ant
Juan want me to die, but i can't
Up the glock, turn the switch on like a lamp
Boy keep on playin', i'm the number one vamp
Psych out 'bout my stamp, seen the glock, i took it
Nigga got the stick, he finna shoot him like d. booker
I'ma press the issue if his ass keep lookin'
I'm finna pop his ass off, turn me up
In a sprinter van, sticked up
Scared of the mobb, see the whoa, he get hiccups
Pop at his ass, we gon' bust at his truck