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Rage Video (MV)




Performed By: AahkymfGlocky
Language: English
Length: 3:15
Written by: Aahk Guapo




AahkymfGlocky - Rage Lyrics




Yeahh
Need it or not, better make a decision

Can't stop popping percs , it's good for my nutrition
Wasn't even broke, I just ain't have the vision
Tryn spit game, shut the f*ck up and listen
Thought you was my man, what the f*ck is the friction

Some shit niggas do it just can't be forgiven
Make a bag , disappear, aahky a magician
I Get high when I'm hurt, like it's a tradition
Niggas be loyal under certain conditions

Can't say that you're real, let me check your credentials
Seen a bird in , two years, what the f*ck is a pigeon
Glock 30S, what the f*ck is a Smith'n
That bitch on my hip, you should know why I'm limpin

That shit on my hip, you should know why I'm limpin
Cuz run through these bitches, I feel like he pimpin
I..
Could give a f*ck about these bitches, I feel like I'm Pippen
Said f*ck school, never wanted to listen
Might owe the plug, but you owe a tuition
Shout out to..
Shout out to note niggas, know him for crippin

Step to the trap, it's a hittin', I'm hittin' it
Step to the mic, it's a blessin', I'm gifted
Pull out the dice, you know Aahky be winnin
Pull out some perks, you know Aahky a spend it

Stop playin' both sides, Is you out, are you in it
If I tell you I love you, I'ma show you I'm real
From the start to the finish
Shit got real, now you not tryna be in it

Rather you be a victim than you be the witness
Pop a perk mid-session, I'm feelin' replenished
Got an old white, swerve I think that she Yiddish
Yo bitch out for the night, you should know that she sinning

Niggas owe you some bread, Start keepin' they distance
Told cuz wait for a soda, he tryn drop in a mystic
Shoot your shot at my bitch, I'ma bid if you miss it
Ex just text me, she told me she miss it

Niggas be square, should be sponsored by Triscuit
Tryn play with the boy, I'ma cook me a biscuit
Ain't Doin' no dancin', but you could get served like a brisket
Rest In Peace tuffy you, probably, but you still on some brim sh

Always been on my own, I never been to get with
Keep goin' hard, baby, so It's Aahky the ticket
Really come from the mud, how the f*ck could you diss this
Don't know how to subtract, all I know is addition

Left me by myself and it gave me ambition
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Yeahh
Need it or not, better make a decision

Can't stop popping percs , it's good for my nutrition
Wasn't even broke, I just ain't have the vision
Tryn spit game, shut the f*ck up and listen
Thought you was my man, what the f*ck is the friction

Some shit niggas do it just can't be forgiven
Make a bag , disappear, aahky a magician
I Get high when I'm hurt, like it's a tradition
Niggas be loyal under certain conditions

Can't say that you're real, let me check your credentials
Seen a bird in , two years, what the f*ck is a pigeon
Glock 30S, what the f*ck is a Smith'n
That bitch on my hip, you should know why I'm limpin

That shit on my hip, you should know why I'm limpin
Cuz run through these bitches, I feel like he pimpin
I..
Could give a f*ck about these bitches, I feel like I'm Pippen
Said f*ck school, never wanted to listen
Might owe the plug, but you owe a tuition
Shout out to..
Shout out to note niggas, know him for crippin

Step to the trap, it's a hittin', I'm hittin' it
Step to the mic, it's a blessin', I'm gifted
Pull out the dice, you know Aahky be winnin
Pull out some perks, you know Aahky a spend it

Stop playin' both sides, Is you out, are you in it
If I tell you I love you, I'ma show you I'm real
From the start to the finish
Shit got real, now you not tryna be in it

Rather you be a victim than you be the witness
Pop a perk mid-session, I'm feelin' replenished
Got an old white, swerve I think that she Yiddish
Yo bitch out for the night, you should know that she sinning

Niggas owe you some bread, Start keepin' they distance
Told cuz wait for a soda, he tryn drop in a mystic
Shoot your shot at my bitch, I'ma bid if you miss it
Ex just text me, she told me she miss it

Niggas be square, should be sponsored by Triscuit
Tryn play with the boy, I'ma cook me a biscuit
Ain't Doin' no dancin', but you could get served like a brisket
Rest In Peace tuffy you, probably, but you still on some brim sh

Always been on my own, I never been to get with
Keep goin' hard, baby, so It's Aahky the ticket
Really come from the mud, how the f*ck could you diss this
Don't know how to subtract, all I know is addition

Left me by myself and it gave me ambition
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Writer: Aahk Guapo
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