(PO$$E)

Brr

Vamps, ****, hm

You ain’t talking 'bout Glocks, you ain’t talking 'bout nothin’, ****

Brr, gang (PO$$E)

Babylife lifestyle, this ain’t no 9 to 3

Young **** steppin’, put you on a tee

Stomp a fuck **** out, blood on my feet

Kel-Tec on him, he on the concrete

The sound of Glokk40, them boys hit the feet

Draco on me, man, them boys got deleted

Youngin' pull up, give a fuck what you tweeting

Shoot out the coupe, I don’t fuck with two seaters

He think that he cold so we pull out the heater

Babylife vampire, know we some creatures

Triple cross a fuck ****, give a fuck 'bout your features

They say you a plate, then boy how 'bout I eat ya’

You fuckin’ that ho, I don’t think she a keeper

Play with this shit, you gon’ meet the Grim Reaper

He a wanna-be gangsta’, don’t let him mislead you

Come to yo’ block four-deep like the Beatles

He think that he shot, he get poked by the needle

Trap with the Mexican, hang ‘round the migo

Extended clip on the gun shoot like the regal

The ho for the swoop, she get scooped by the eagle

My **** stop buckin', pull out desert eagle

Don’t play with the mobb, fucker, this shit lethal

Babylife vampire, **** mistreat ya’

Just like the Klan, we don’t fuck with no ****

Home invasion, pussy boy, this a stick-up

Young **** dolo, hell nah, we can’t clique up

Shawty 'nem beat ya' ass then pick ya’ chin up

Almost shot him, but that boy want a flick up

We just gon’ scare ya’ ass and give ya hiccups

Lil Velly always keep the motherfuckin’ stick up

Babylife ****, ain’t no fuckin' clique up

I'm in the motherfuckin’ whip and we sticked up

Hop out the sprinter van, windows tinted up

We havin’ guns, ****, ain’t no flippin’ us

One in the head, ****, ain’t no slippin’ up

F&N bullets, bet them bitches tear you up