Kount Valley - 1942 Lyrics

Gla-Gla
Gla-Gla
(Yeah)
Huh

(I'm off the drink , 1942)

I'm tryna see if it's cool , we fell in love in high school
I'm off the drink , 1942
If her best friend bad I'm f*ckin' on her too
I'm tryna kill that , what's the move ?
Turn to a demon when she off the booze
The way that she suck it , I can't even move
We f*ckin' for hours , girl I like your groove

Babygirl I like your vibe , I'm tryna get up inside
I really feel this , ain't no lie
Tryna go back and hit it from the side
Your man he a dork , ain't gon' lie
That nigga broke he using a disguise
What you doing with him ? Girl you know you fine
Just give me a chance , I could make you mine

Loaded 9-Millie , how I rock
This life that I'm living , I could never stop
Me and bro two-deep , clutching on a knock
And we lurking around tryna catch a opp
Better not loaf cuz niggas gettin' shot
We from the Bronx where we make it hot
Taking them trips , go to any block
And you could get popped for claiming what you not nigga