(ok is the hardest, I swear to god)

No cap, that's a new tag?

Okay, I fuck with it

(We gon' be okay)

Yeah, poured a four of wock, Lil' Glokk, I'm moving slow as fuck, huh

Bitch can't come if she ain't got friends, and she ain't finna fuck all of us

My brother got a stolen Glock, got his money, it just doubled up, huh

Came back from the scrap with fifty, you know I had ran that shit up, huh

He talkin 'bout the gang, know he trouble with us

She fuck on the gang, no rebuttal with us

Woah, let them shots fly, you know them boy duck

**** get scared, fuck, they run they mouth, they suckers, yeah, huh

**** I shot his ass but he ain't die, boy he lucky, huh, yeah

Look at the size of the 7.62, it'll bust your muffin

Yeah, look at the size of the 5.56, we ain't running from nothing

Told Whoa, when I get out of jail, I'm gon' pop him, don't even touch him

He knew before he played with the band, it'll come with repercussions

These .9 millimeter fill his ass up just like stuffing

Know if I put it on the mob or GL that Lil' Glokk ain't bluffing

I put a switch on the Gen5, this ho be bussin'

It's three of us but she only wanna fuck two, that shit ain't gon' cut it

That ho for the swoop, know I gotta dub it

Yeah, It's whatever wit' y'all gang, y'all boys be dropping dead like wild animals

Capo Lo said, "Eat that plate," you know they dead, I eat 'em like cannibal

Hop out with the Glock and I'm creepin' like Annabelle

These **** be telling on me and I'll never tell

They be leeching on me and I never cared

Never run from the smoke, I was always there

Frontline with the stick, ****, gon' blow

Get on that boy ass, ****, we ain't talkin' 'bout no joke

**** talkin' 'bout the mob, his ass get smoke just like a pole

These **** they lame as fuck, they can't hang out like ropes

Know we move that shit like dope

J on the east side still love coke

In DeKalb, vampires still low (We gon' be okay)

I got **** that be shooting shit can't be seen on camera

You will never know, huh, all these bitches on go, huh

You think you got your bitch on lock? I bet your bitch gon' go

Oh, bitch, you think your boyfriend hot? You know we gon' pop at his 'fro

These **** they get crossed out, Lil' Glokk done wrote the death note

These **** they so pussy and they get washed out just like soap

Yeah, ****, it is what it is

Huh, I walked out the jail, ****, I wish

Damn boy, ride fish bowl, they car get flipped

Take him through the swamp, like, "Lil' bitch, look at my drip," huh

I'm gon' catch his ass and pop him, ****, I'm not picky, huh

Yeah, I like the regular Draco, but that micro minion

I mean, ****, I fuck with your gang, but ****, my gang killin'

BL 4L

Vampire

Take your ass through the swamp

Free Lil' BJ, free King 30, free Ju Glizzy

Free all the Whoa's

Free Don Wick, free Domo, free Don Hush

(We gon' be okay)