[Intro: Glokk40spaz]
Bang gang n***a, spaz
Baby like

[Verse 1: Glokk40spaz]
Who da fuck reppin so we can get TECs
The police hit a trap, then we drive da Benz
I ain't never had shit, I’m a flex
Long Live Ruby tatted on my neck
Run off on the plug, n***a these ain't counterfeits
If I ever touch a P, I trap the fuck out of it
Young n***a, they gon' jump in that mosh pit

[Verse 2: Hajii]
I know you know how it sound when a Glock spit
New bitch all on my jock shit
I treat that ho like a popped zit
Open seal of foreign lean in my car
Vroom- vroom- bitch move, you not the star
No we ain't never had shit we a flex
Snow bunny send mе a text, say gimme yo best
I’m almost nеver impressed
Feed you and send yo ass back to yo nest
In Atlanta, panorama- we next
In the D, murder you for some press
Bag on his head, we not playin chess
Dirty money way I’m tryna invest, say Glokk
[Verse 3: Glokk40spaz]
Ball play da game, who da fuck is you foolin
Dreads on the block, you can tell that I’m ruthless
And the tele on tuck- we might try to move it
Pistol whip the fuck n***a- stop movin
Instagram bitches online tryna use me
I don't give no fucks, I just want the coochie
Don’t come round da way tryna beef cause you losin
Bring out dem sticks, when we gon go stupid
We havin yoppas on yoppas, lil dufus
If you want the smoke, then we can get to it
EBG, bang gang

[Verse 4: Hajii]
We act a nuisance
You a shit talker, toss you a toothpick
Boy you don't do shit, lean on my new fit
I call it new drip, all my shit too lit
She gimme two lips, she know it fat
Go alleyoop bitch, go do a lap
Addy all day, never subtract
I know that Dior belong on my back
Murder cement, don’t step on a crack
Ya bae want it bent, yo friend wanna clap
My whips always black, I never go matte
Gloss on a bitch, boss on a- boss on a brat
She pop her ass n' pussy for a fact
Seeing you servin gushy on the Snap
Sweaty wetty like it’s Voss in ya lap
Heavy, heavy, heavy hearts in the trap
Hate me, I put a red cross on yo cap
I got my roots everywhere on the map
I got some loot in a bag in the back
No it ain’t no tellin where it a go
*poof*
Bih we pickin up ya slack
I'll leave ya soul in the snow
She luh da way dat we rock, way dat we vamp
Oh she wanna come
I like her a lot, some W stamp
She under my thumb
Put em up top, fight me you a champ
Been grippin it dumb
Put em on top, light up like a lamp
Been sippin on some