[Intro]
Ya (Babylife n***a)
Hm, hm
Hrll (Two Glocks n***a, two Glocks, 2wo2imes, yuh)

[Verse]
Hell yea, we drop thirties on them bitch n***as
Man, I poured a deuce of wockhardt in my cup
Two grams of these jungle rocks gon’ leave me fucked up
On god I would fuck again, but I can’t love nun’
Most of my loved ones is hun dones
How you come to the gun fight with no damn gun
Babylife, also I’m the only safe one
2wo2ime drop down, one Glock, you done
Red dot on that zak, fuck that, just run
Think he top notch gang, got his whole block spun
We pop out and shoot at four houses, shit fun
Not sure how this go, but know you the lil one
Sumo (Hrll, Hrll)
Yea, I’m fucked up I need some narcotics
They gimmе the draco when this shit get violеnt
I promise all you hear is sirens
I woulda fucked the ass if I ain’t buy it
My trap lowkey fucked up, losing all my clients
I’m talking to Kilo, who the fuck Ko’ Bryant
We ain’t playing Ceelo n***a, I need mine
My young n***as on the block spazzin’ out
Man, come hit this lick you want cash or not
I grab my young bull, givin’ rations out
These 223’s, you know we passin’ them out
These 308’s, know that we passin’ them out
These 762’s got ‘em crashin’ out
If I bought the ho’s, I pull the lashes out
It ain’t no March, but we got madness out
Broke n***a can’t even come in the spot
They boy get to hangin’, you know they call cops
That ain’t no compact, bit’ this a G-lock
Shot him with that red, just know how we rock
Oh you see the opp, n***a then Fah-Fah
Hrll, gun yo ass down
Suppressor on that semi-auto, don’t make no damn sound
Hit ya’ with the holy round
N***a they come wit’ no ticket like the fair grounds, n***a
Walked in smell like a pound
Walked in Dolo, I won’t make a sound, n***a (Hrll)
N***a don’t even wanna come back
I fuck with the Glock, but I ride with compact
Nail his ass to the wall just like a thumb tack
We got some shit with us that you can’t get back
Hrll, n***a
I swear the 12 gauge, it got some kickback
I did some shit, I know that god can’t let back
I hit the ho from the back, she got wet back
Took the switch off the Glock, shoot like a kel-tec
Can’t run on the gang, I’m not no damn kel-tec
We got wit’ yo’ slang, we gon’ swang that damn kel-tec
Man, throw up yo’ gang, n***a, what’s yo’ set
Hrll, yuh, violation three, n***a get freed
I’m not a beehive, n***a, where them bees
Glock down, 223’s knockin’ down trees
I’m not a believer n***a, fuck you mean
You say you gon’ kill me n***a, we gon’ see
Just know when I see you, better have yo’ heat
We talkin’ on internet, but not on street
Street just different
Hrll, request a follow back, but that mufucka’ pendin’
You come to the swamp, you gon’ leave with no ending
Bullet holes through the top, fucked up his engine
I bought me a lick, I’m addicted to spending
He think he gon’ trick us, but Trix are for kids
Oh, silly rabbit, only bunnies can win
Playboi bunny, n***a, spin the Benz
I let the 30 hang out the F.N
Huh, we ain’t do enogh so we gotta spin again
Fuck his dead momma, give a fuck ‘bout his friends (Fuck your dead friends)
[Outro]
Two Glocks n***a
Two Glocks n***a
Know where I’m at n***a
East side n***a
Come getcha ass n***a
Drop ya off