"Terabithia" lyrics

"Terabithia"

This how it go
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Blatt, frrat

Wild, wild West, it's wicked West, the Eastside goin' dumb
Slide in Nike Tech, last time I checked, BL don't go for nothin'
Nigga, better catch your breath, he hit the jets soon as they heard the pump
I told the gang don't flex, take flight, I hate the pigs, I jump 'em
Walk around with the same bankroll that you came off last month, yeah
Talkin' to all the same hoes who wouldn't think to let me fuck, yeah
I pop my shit on all these broke-ass niggas, I grab my nuts
Pain behind these diamonds, I had to pay to get these cuts

But I can't change a thing about me, I wouldn't change nothin' about me
Kind of got nobody, know my pay your public housing, I had to wild, let's reconcile
Ain't nothin' for BL to catch no charge
You lost your wave, that'll make you slap
Know it's wild, pile of money, I got this shit, but it took a while
It's Mobb in town, she play, get me aroused, like how?
Smoke the boy like Black & Mild
Milk that ho for pape', no cap
My dog don't like you, then he gon' growl
Durango, I drove that bitch for miles
Ain't nobody else gon' take my style
Addiction to money, gon' double down
I told that ho don't stop, feel like she ain't just sucked enough (Don't stop)
Everybody know it's Wock', but I say Hi-Tech, coffee cup (Cup)
Fuck 'round, go boot up, he step on one of my Air Force 1s (1s)
Police won't let me perform in the A, they know I'ma win, no cap

Wild, wild West, it's wicked West, the Eastside goin' dumb
Slide in Nike Tech, last time I checked, BL don't go for nothin'
Nigga, better catch your breath, he hit the jets soon as they heard the pump
I told the gang don't flex, take flight, I hate the pigs, I jump 'em
Walk around with the same bankroll that you came off last month, yeah
Talkin' to all the same hoes who wouldn't think to let me fuck, yeah
I pop my shit on all these broke-ass niggas, I grab my nuts
Pain behind these diamonds, I had to pay to get these cuts

Draco came with extra parts to fit everything my bullets can't
Most of the time, he miss, but he hit half court shots like Jeremy Lin
Man, these niggas ain't gon' say nothin' when I pop them and do my Perky dance
Shots flyin' every which way with this new Glock, this ho extravagant
How the fuck I come through with you and we both gon' fuck the system up?
I'm in the woods with them vamps, shit look like the Bridge to Terabithia
How we get all this drank and we keep on droppin' fours in sippy cups?
Know y'all niggas gon' crash out when I come through, we in that Cybertruck


Writer(s): Hunter Addison Brown, Isaiah Elijah Devoe, Corey D Angelo Moon, Alexander Quezada, Todd Gleeful, Gregory Lamar Davis, Christopher Standish
album: "Baby Whoa 2" (2025)
Glokk40Spaz - Baby Whoa 2 album cover
PESO
(Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
ONE SICK FOOL
(Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
MONEY OVER SEX
(Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
BLIND AS A BAT
(Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
ROB SANTA
(Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
HOW I WALK
(Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
OSO BABYY
(Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
DRUG RELAPSE
(Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
PASSING BY
(Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
VS. EVERYBODY
(Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
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