[Intro]
Spaz, gang yeah
BabyLife, yeah
The draco on me it slide with no roof
Ye'en talm bout Glocks ye'en talm bout nun (Gang)
Gang, Y'know that this Glock got some kick (gang)
Y'know that this Glock got some kick

[Chorus]
I just hit a lick a n***a hot I feel like the sun
And she like to tote the Glock don't fuck with no one
And I want them hunnids like I'm Benjamin son (Gang)
And if I have to pop a n***a then which one?
And I fucked a asian bitch her name su yung
Post up at the citgo but I ain't goin
And bitch I'm Lil Glokk40 ain't no hoe in me
I know that a n***a talkin to police bout that .45
Said he gon blitz some, so I'm finna pop mine
N***a had a Glock 19 a new Gen5
N***a had Glock 19 now that shit mine
N***a wanna be Bandgang but he switched sides
Takе my partnas in the chain get yo shit fried
Don't need no damn hеlp I turn yo ass to fish fry's
Kick her out the spot my finger fuck the glizzock
Aye, kilo had walked in the trap, said "fuck where the dope at?'
Man I ain got shit, n***a where the licks at?
We can do a n***a down bad he got 4 racks
Lil-ah jugg man y'know we finna split that
We gon' take his ass off he ain getting shit back
Hopped out the cut on his ass dressed in all black
Pull out cho gun he don't got no strap, he tryna look throwed off
Give a fuck bout yo face tats
Did him down bad then went back to the trap with them racks
That's what you get for tryna be big dog
The young n***as come with them ratchets
I customize the fye with brand new attachments
Can't no n***a say they eva seen me lackin
Cap a n***a give a fuck bout no caption (Caption, huh?)
[Verse2]
The dot on his face, might fuck up his face mask' let yo ah come back
We ion even play tag
30 clip on the Glock know its a pro mag
Made a young n***a spaz get on yo ass
It's a hunnid some shots flyin out the damn van
Give a fuck bout yo block will spin it again
Young n***a tryna catch a body so we on 10
Im surrounded by killas don't need no damn friends
Its 5-0 up the score' bitch we tryna win
The head honcho, Da real OSO
Violations if you talk to Popo
Got J's on the block, they fuck up they know us
He not finna jugg, code Rojo
The Babylife n***as tryna catch some
And if you bout that life n***a flex some
We got heavy artillery weapons
Could drop the dot on y'all n***as, we could drop the dot on y'all's n***as
Or I can just rob em my self, keep my pistol on my left
And marijuana give me breath
Im money hungry man I can't get no rest
I gotta put puff givenchy on my chest