Lyrics: Glokk 40 Spaz
Music: Glokk 40 Spaz
Huh, flah
How you finna rob a nigga ass on foot?
Terrorizin' shit, I get to hangin' with the crooks
Shot 'em in the heart, I'm gon' try not to look
Yo' bih' keep bitin', she don't want nothin' but a hook
I'm poppin' it in Philly, I be with the rooks
****, get it back in blood, nigga know what I took
Finessed all them nigga's, wasn't no hand that I shook
This a new Gen5, this ain't nothin' for no schmuck
I'm rockin' out, you gotta write that down in a book
I'm eatin' all the plates, but they call me the cook
They steppin' on my toes, so I put on the hoofs
We knockin' shit off, you better tell them to shush
Popped him in the ass, he got shot in the tush
Big Backwood, nigga smokin' on Kush, tah, frrt (Vanguard)
Macho libre, nigga hang with Young Pablo
Send him on a mission like the 13 Apollo
Got that boy knocked, they tryna find that boy, Waldo
I bought all that gas, they gotta re-up tomorrow
I'm sellin' that white to a rapper, Jack Harlow
He just bought that 'cat, but they just stole that car, though
Play with the mobb shit, on ten, you know I get wicked like Nardo
You know I get wicked, like Wicked
I told the bih', "Put in the digits"
Catch a top opp, Velly ride with that fifty
On a drill to his spot, pray to God, I don't miss him
I'm waitin' on that car, we gon' shoot out the hinges
On the blacktop shootin', but they steady that trigger
Man, yo' ho suckin' dick, she just got her some fillers
Twelve thousand, Cash App, I pull out them killers (Dyin' 'bout it)
Care 'bout I'm livin' wrong, when I'm thinkin' 'bout Kyra
Babylife, know we pull up like a diaper
Caught that boy in traffic, he ain't up that lil' rifle
I'm high as **** like the tower of that Eiffel
Y'all niggas keep gettin' robbed, but I know that's y'all cycle
Kickin' shit with Angelo before I ball with Michael
LV belt, but I ain't think about the title
Rehearsin' that lick, you know I shut down recitals
Eight hundred thousand my DistroKid, that’s my right hand to the Bible (Ten)
Now you can say that fye' was my idol
I ain't tryna talk, did I **** her? I might've
Met her outside, but it felt good inside her
Boy, you's a opp, you was hangin' with my rivals
You not the shooter, boy, you just the rider
Glokk40Spaz, ain't got no time for no fighters (Flert, flert)
Glock gettin' hot, you know I took off the sweater
Gotta get him knocked, nigga, that’s my vendetta
Dead or alive, nigga, anythin' better
Headshot, call that the one time header
I'm in the land with the bad, no Nether
I'm throwin' all that money in the club, that bih' fall like a feather
I'm trappin' on the block in the rain, any weather
That bih' was gettin' ran on straight in the telly
MP5 on my hip way before I got Kelly
Knife on the stick, but this bih' look like machete
Babylife Vamp, but the backside heavy (Backside, tuh)
I shot that movie off that phone, Cole Bennett
Cropped him out the pic, that's a cold ass edit
Rack in my hand, I had to buy her a tennis
I'm just gettin' started, they thought I was finished (Flert)
Convicted felon, I ain't somebody menace
You talkin' on the 'net, 'bout that ho, I don't get it
Them dead men, nigga cashed out on a skelly
That bih' don't want nothin' from B-Whoa but a present
I don't know 'bout his past, but when I popped 'em hope they sent 'em to Heaven
Makin' shit move, man, I feel like Eleven
Diamond cross on me, the brand new pendant (Hm)
But you already knew shit was finna pop when you said it
Bad ass bitch, know she lyin', but she sexy
I'm holdin' the grudge, they know I want vengeance
Clip on the fire, that bih' keep extendin'
Yo' bitch at my crib, on the tip, she get bit
Yo' bih' was a thot, should've been got the hint
Thirty thousand, know I keep that shit on my wrist
Nah, I ain't worried 'bout no diss
Nah, for real, I just hope that boy swift (Vanguard)