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Yeah
All my Glocks fake mothafucka they got some switches
30 on me why the fuck is you trippin'?
And I upgrade that 30 now I gotta 50
Fuck that bitch I fell in love with that blicky
I pop out with this carbine that hoe sticky-sticky
And I leave that boy flat like he was [?]
Kap or die fuck n***a I gotta shoot first
Pop his ass with the damn Glock wet his T-Shirt
Vamp with me tote the Glock look like grim reaper
Hit on these bitches like I'm derek jeter
She belong to the swoop no I can't keep her
Took off Lil Jay eat his face like a got damn Dorito
Catch a opp smash his ass with that Glock just like a goddamn mosquito
I'm not mexican but I catch a opp roll his ass up like burrito
Bad bitch with me beat ya ass if i tell her to
Dirty lil hoe mamasita
Glock day holiday just like it easter
1700 blitz his ass he can get him a feature
Bitch you can fuck the whole gang she eat the dick up she a eater
Shot his block up now its hot think the band broke the got damn meter
I gotta see y'all slide y' know I'm not a believer
I catch a opp take that damn stick I retrieve it
In my prayer n***a I be talkin back to jesus
We ion give a fuck bout ya momma made ya whole damn family have grieving
Kilo said that he want his ass bust ion even really think he got a reason
I want a new fye everytime its a new season (huh)
Out on ninth ward I spot a opp right on bleland
N***a got shot in his face why you reachin?
Real deal Killer call em one eye beady
Stick in my coat shoot his block up heated
1 night stand with a bitch I'ma cheater
Pistol whip hit his buck tooth it look like a beaver
I gotta truck full of gas, run out of gas' gotta fill it up with some diesel
I got this Glock we shocked they block like electric eel
Band took em threw the swamp now that fuck n***a can't even pay his bills
N***a wanna beef with BL till this shit go down shit get real
N***a tryna run from BL n***a will pop at his back might hit at his heel
BabyLife Spaz when I hop on this beat when we make the new shit this that ATL Drill
Huh, capo say go get em' know I gotta catch that kill, brrtl (yeah)
All my opps gettin popped and these gun range drug deals
I been livin this life for a minute ion really give a fuck how that fuck n***a feel
I stop getting them Christmas presents man I had to go steal (then I had to go rob, then I had go rob)
Yeah, I had to go rob
We was on the out skrrt talkin bout the gang, caught that boy walkin in cobb
Huh, fuck n***a better stop playin with the mob (Mob, mob)