Huh

Talkin' 'bout Glokk, you ain't talkin' 'bout (Frrt, frrt)

What I say?

We gon' get it back in blood, I'm out the mud, I took the risk

Yeah, my brodie got that pack, he throw more touchdowns than Kaepernick

Watch the way I break that bread down for my brothers like fraction split

Ain't know the bitch sucked dick like that, man, that goddamn ho so talented

And I'm so geeked up off this weed, I'm outer space, a galaxy

This Draco, this shit get your fuckin' mind blown

My money tall, I mixed Balenci' rhinestones

Them **** ain't talkin' 'bout nothin', them boys get stepped on just like pinecones

This bitch went through my phone while I was sleep, I woke up wide, ho

Don't play with MOB or none of them vamps, this shit they slide for

You was just all on the 'Gram and postin' them Glocks, like where your iron go?

Fuck, we ain't payin' no fines, Whoa

Brothers posted at corner store

Yeah, this **** ain't gang, this **** get washed out just like Dial soap

Drank so red, my blood in it

Yeah, fucked 'round, put love in it

Yeah, drink up like fuck my kidney

Yeah, you know I stand on business

Huh, this lil' bitch done, she finished

Yeah, I fought my case with Findling

Glokk got big-ass knife in prison

Like you ridin' 'round, typin' sentence

What I say?

We gon' get it back in blood, I'm out the mud, I took the risk

Yeah, my brodie got that pack, he throw more touchdowns than Kaepernick

Watch the way I break that bread down for my brothers like fraction split

Ain't know the bitch sucked dick like that, man, that goddamn ho so talented

And I'm so geeked up off this weed, I'm outer space, a galaxy

This Draco, this shit get your fuckin' mind blown

My money tall, I mixed Balenci' rhinestones

Them **** ain't talkin' 'bout nothin', them boys get stepped on just like pinecones

This bitch went through my phone while I was sleep, I woke up wide, ho

I drop pape' on them, that shit fall down on them like waterfall

Runnin' 'round with switches on that Glock, no muzzle, fuck your dog

Batman, I backdoor with ****, wipe your whole damn catalog

This shit so crazy, this bitch, she suckin' dick in bathroom stalls

Walk around, flame on me, no pain, no gain, on God, I ain't gon' call the cops

Ain't playin' games with ****, on gang, they play with me, they gon' feel that mop

Thirty on my Glock, I wet it the most at a goddamn pussy opp

Frr at an opp, catch his ass and make sure he don't walk

This Draco, this shit get your fuckin' mind blown

My money tall, I mixed Balenci' rhinestones

Them **** ain't talkin' 'bout nothin', them boys get stepped on just like pinecones

This bitch went through my phone while I was sleep, I woke up wide, ho

Don't play with MOB or none of them vamps, this shit they slide for

You was just all on the 'Gram and postin' them Glocks, like where your iron go?

Fuck, we ain't payin' no fines, Whoa

Brothers posted at corner store

Yeah, this **** ain't gang, this **** get washed out just like Dial soap