Lyricist : Glokk 40 Spaz
Composer : Glokk 40 Spaz
[Intro]
(Don´t play with him)
Play with the gang like you might get blew
I’on wear Off-White, tag on my toe
[Chorus]
Dirty licks, hit the block, nigga, I'm tryna get these drugs off (Huh)
Where the plays at? Phone been dry all day, nigga need a phone call
Off the Xanny bar, I just be dozin' off (Ah)
Opps, they be runnin' from me, they cappin'
Boy, they be runnin' from me (They runnin')
They be runnin' from Glokk (From Glokk)
Yeah, they gon' run from a G (On God)
Don’t like how I feel (Nah)
So I got a stick on the seat (On God)
I know how to ride for my Whoas (Huh)
‘Cause I don’t even got no more goals (On God)
I need sum brand new, no more hoes
Play with the gang, likе, you might get blew (Blew)
I’on wеar Off-White, tag on my toe (My toe)
[Verse]
I don't be made by the outcome
Where was you at when I needed a hundun?
I just be packing this Glock got a hunnid shots
Hunnid round drum, I let the titties out (Hunnid round)
Keep rapping till I get my people out
I know King 30 tired of that lock down (King 30)
I’ma get my respect ‘til they bow down (Buh)
They done went up on us, who the clown now?
7.62, bih’, it hit so loud
This song, my mama still not proud
And whatever nigga, I’m my own, man
And this life a risk, I take these chances (Skra, fah, fah)
7.62 comin' to you, everywhere that you goin’
I’m ****in' on the baddest bitch then I don’t even want her no more (No more)
Two in the apartment, I pop my gun (My gun)
Call the Whoa and I sound that alarm (Oh yeah)
Yeah, ST ‘cause I love starting the car
This shit, nigga, belong to you, oh boy
‘Til I’m God damn Xanman, I pop the whole bar
He on speakerphone, yeah we hear their ass
Need to put it down, need to print it out
I'm finna start yo ass, how I push up
I can’t calm down, I can’t come down
Yeah, they just blicked at me, back it, woah
I can tell that you lyin’, Pinocchio (On God)
I can tell he a cop like he a Robo (Robo)
Put a bitch on a big screen like Vevo
He like fish in the sea just like Nemo
He ain’t like guns I tell 'em, push, we gotta tend through the swamp (Yeah)
Bitch, on my momma, I walk with a big ass pump (On my momma)
Draco in my trunk (Like, what?)
Boy, them niggas ain’t talking bout nun
I’m bustin' the Glock, my adrenaline rush
Baby Whoa walkin' round, 50 racks in his duffle
B Whoa shoot the Glock like he play in the bubble (On God)
You ain’t gon’ ride nigga, you was just frontin'
Got this big ass blick and this muh****a’ cuttin’ (Uh-huh)
[Chorus]
Dirty licks, hit the block, nigga, I'm tryna get these drugs off (Huh)
Where the plays at? Phone been dry all day, nigga need a phone call
Off the Xanny bar, I just be dozin' off (Ah)
Opps, they be runnin' from me, they cappin' (Runnin')
Boy, they be runnin' from me (They runnin')
They be runnin' from Glokk (From Glokk)
Yeah, they gon' run from a G (On God)
Don’t like how I feel (Nah)
So I got a stick on the seat (On God)
I know how to ride for my Whoas (Huh)
‘Cause I don’t even got no more goals (On God)
I need sum brand new, no more hoes
Play with the gang, like, you might get blew (Blew)
I’on wear Off-White, tag on my toe (My toe)
