adolf lyrics

[Verse 1: Glokk40Spaz]
Huh, I pay $100, get the cops off, huh
50 racks, get your block knocked off, huh
I got troops like Adolf, hmm
Y'all n*ggas creative, who made y'all?, huh
Hit the b*tch like I play baseball
50 somethin' racks, I spent that in the mall
I wanna f*ck on that b*tch, she a doll
Huh, like [?], yeah I'm gon' ball, huh
You tryna ride the wave, I bet you gon' fall
I'm with the mob, you know they [?]
My money, you know that it's taller than tall
Chop' in my hand, man, I do the Chop' Walk
I ain't tryna talk, man, your pockets too small
Posted, Magnolia, then hang with the mob
They want your chain, they gon' tear you apart
That b*tch ass fat, you know I like that a lot
These n*ggas pus*y, I came from the block
100,000 racks in the mansion, you know I'm still duckin' the cops
Wrist on waterfall, you ain't on sh*t, what I thought
Bought her a 500-dollar jacket, it cost, I'm on probation, I'm still smokin' pot
n*gga shoot dice, put your money in the pot
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I told my b*tch that I wanna be a thot
She seen my ex and you know that they fought
Pull out them blickys, them n*ggas gon' pop
Call the janitor, better clean with the mop
Give a few racks even though she was a bop
Had to get it out the hood, man, you know the block hot
[Verse 2: OsamaSon]
Feel like John Madden, finna blitz with the Glock
Gun in that b*tch, got the whole spot hot
n*ggas tryna fight but I'm throwing straight shots
I got the racks, yeah, I got the guap
50 shots, told the b*tch, "Walk my walk"
I can pour the tris up, I can pour the Wock'
I can drop the b*tch off, make the b*tch walk
f*cking with the camera, I don't hear [?] talk
Hoe blocked my phone, I ain't even wanna talk
A-And I'm still pouring up straight drop
I'm the one rich, yeah, I'm on top
We got FNs, we got mops
Yeah, (Beeyuh!) I'm with the mob
I told the b*tch that I want mop
And we spent all the check on guns
And we spent all the checks on f- (Mop!)
Yeah, ridin' 'round lookin' for fun
5-50 shots, 50 shots, b*tch, the sun
I off the lean, I ain't thinkin' 'bout nothin'
Sp-Spend it on the beans, I ain't thinkin' 'bout nothin'
Trackhawk whip, b*tch weigh a ton
I still made that sh*t go up
Run it back, yeah, f-f*ck, f*ck
Run it back, yeah, f*ck, f*ck
Watch out, Slime finna take your stuff
Swing that Chop', b*tch, hold my nuts
Uh, n*gga wanna talk then just link up
Yeah, diamonds on my body, b*tch, I'm pieced up
Yeah, shots on my body, b*tch get piece up
Yeah, shots on my body, b*tch get cleaned up