Glokk40Spaz
Fuck Being Gentle
[Verse 1]
(Goddamn) I'm gon' shoot this fye, I think I'm a professional (Yeah, brrt)
Bitch, I ain't no gentleman, hm
Blah, Draco, it heaven-sent
Police askin' me questions (Oh), I ain't confessing it (No)
See the opp, then we addressing it (Yeah)
Uh, I grab the Glock and then start dressing it (Blrrt)
I can't see, I can't hear, I can't feel my face (Ayy, ayy)
Huh, one-stop shop on the East Side, bitch, come shop
Bitch try to rob, take yo' face (Uh, uh)
Do that job and take yo' place
Where's the Gelato? Bitch, that wake-and-bake (Hm, uh)
We count money, n***a (What?), we get money, n***a
Got a rack in my pocket (Pocket)
Glock 4-0, that my fuckin' favorite rocket
This the mob, n***a, fuck your posse
Perc' & Xan', bitch, I love that Oxy (Hm, uh-huh)
Hm, bitch, you so toxic
Hm, that n***a, he tripping, I'm ready to rob 'em, pop him, doing whatever (Hm)
Mad as the fuck, got blood on my Balmain sweater (Hrrt)
Hm, buy another one, shit, it's whatever
Hm, caught my opp, n***a, it's whatever
Know I'm gon' bust it, hm, mind fucked up, these boys and men, so hard to trust 'em (Trust)
Hm, we BandGang, n***a gon' fuck that slut
Hm, we got road rage, we gon' shoot at that truck
N***a be telling, n***a be Mickey, n***a duckin' they duck
Missed his shot, huh, lil' Glokk gotta luck up
Hm, I ain't say shit, got outta jail, n***a, got out quick, mm (Got out quick)
Six months on that ride, n***a, fuck field trip (Trip, mm)
Have you ever seen a stick glide? N***a, I ain't trippin'
Hm, living a certain type of life, young n***a taking them risks
Walk out the jewelery store, gold link on me, shit look like piss
No, I won't drop no diss, hm, call Whoa, go send that hit
Hm, do a drive-by with a car, n***a, just bought a new Ferrari
Take the plug off for a P, I ain't sorry
You ain't just the only one who gotta eat
Real deal vamp' with me, eat your face, n***a, like a treat (Vamp)
Real ass tramp with us, she gon' suck the dick but just this week, huh
[Bridge]
Fuck n***a, you don't ever spend no time, no money
All you wanna do is fuck these bitches
Like, can you just come lay up with me?

[Verse 2]
Bitch, shut up (Shut up)
I think the Perc' gettin' to me
I think the Xan' talking back to me (I think—, I think—)
Hm, I think the Xan'—, I think the Xan' wanna be my friend
I took a chance when I took that Benz
I go AWOL, I don't got no friends (Woah, woah)
I never thought I could double down, hm, with two rifles
Glock 40 on me, this ho my idol
Hm, 7.62 hit his face, just like the nose of a rhino
Hm, akimbo all-white, they albino
Look how he lovin' that ho, and that bitch just talking
EBG BandGang, any damn Glock we touch we sparkin' (Brrt)
Spilled the lean on my clothes, bit', I'm so tired
They be professional dick-riders, and they robot like a wire (Wow, wow)
Killer gon' drive off that Xan', swear to God he don't need no driver (Wow)
I don't like confrontation, I'm just tryna make it
Got shooters with me and they all Haitian
Real vamp' ready to hit the lick, they got no patience
Hm, hit his ass with the damn Glock in the a.m., n***a, change the station
Kel-Tec on me (Wow, woow, wow, wow)
N***a, shoot at the damn braces
I'll buy five new guns just off these placements
Pop that fuck n***a, I won't leave no fuckin' trace, hm
You ain't ready for that bite, n***a, you can be a vamp' another day