Lyrics THROATCRACK - Depth Strida
I
got
glocks
I
got
rocks
In
my
backpack
When
the
day
Turns
to
night
We
hunt
their
head
Mercenaries
on
the
front
Watch
his
throat
crack
You
dont
know
who
you
mess
with
And
it
shows
man
Kaisers
bass
make
the
ground
shake
One
tap
and
youre
outplayed
Watch
me
countin
bodys
Genocide
brought
by
my
outrage
I
remember
when
they
doubt
me
Now
they
act
likes
clowns
aye
Never
on
a
grind
but
its
a
fact
That
they
know
me
Duffle
bag
Color
black
Filled
with
cash
In
my
trunk
Next
to
hash
Smash
his
head
On
the
barrel
of
my
gun
Countin
days
Searching
ways
Ay
i
hate
what
ive
become
Hide
in
hay
Crosshair
placed
Now
its
one
shot
and
you
gone
Glock
in
my
carharrt
pants
Expensive
ammo
spend
a
band
I
roll
up
with
shenannigans
Hes
eating
shots
like
melons
man
Im
riding
in
a
matt
black
van
Theres
not
a
rapper
i
can
stand
Kaiser
on
the
driver
seat
Boutta
fuck
up
the
whole
engine
man
I
got
glocks
I
got
rocks
I
got
runners
On
the
block
I
got
ammo
Feeling
shallow
Put
the
devil
in
my
socks
Every
hit
is
still
a
demo
Still
its
better
than
you
shmucks
Better
take
the
fucking
gallow
I
be
fucking
up
the
clubs
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