Lyricist : Spaz Oso Angelo/Amari Middleton/Christopher Clay
Composer : Spaz Oso Angelo/Amari Middleton/Christopher Clay
[Intro]
Yah, hmm
Yah
Hmm, yah
[Chorus: Glokk40Spaz]
I'm on frontline, with that Glock-19
Gotta go hit that lick, I got ADHD
These n***a d**kriding, be on every screen
I can't see that money, I squint like Chinese
Fifty ball on me, ya' boy got sesame seed
Fifty round drum, pop his ass, watch him bleed
Watch him bleed
Make him lean
Face-card good, when I'm in your hood
[Verse 1: Glokk40Spaz]
B***h I'm GF, don't get it misunderstood
I really got opp, y'all tote it cuz' it look good
Micro-Draco with the wood, I ain't ****ing with these p***y ass niggas they some dubs
Twelve knock on the front door, I slide the drug under the rug
Put the switches on the Glock, then it's green
I chase my opp down with this brand new beam
I ain't stunt nobody, I got hella bodies
I fake kick s**t with the opps, just like karate
And these niggas gay, they ride the gang, they like Dolly
She a gold digger, I can't give that b***h no dollar
Babylife shit, playing with the vamp, pop his noggin
Up the Vamps, brought them thirties in
Oh it's going down, I'm going down
Got these damn Glock, huh, these b***h make every sound
I'm tryna impress her, do you like my hunnid round?
Baby I'm gon' dub her, after I count my round
Say you pull up, we ain't stunting' when that boy got no aim
The way we did that boy, maybe change that boy name
Really Babylife vamp, this a dangerous game
Juglizz said stop that b***hing, catch your man, stop doing that dissing
Talking about the Mob, n***a ain't playing, I go to war with any henchman
Ain't got nothin' to lose my nigga, on god, I go risk it
And it's two guns up, I do that job in a jiffy
Spaz n***a, hmm, Ima' go spaz, n***a
I do that job hmm, and do that dash yah
These b*****s mad as f*ck, walk to the bank and laugh, hah
And these niggas scared as f*ck, and they scared of gun sounds
[Verse 2: OsamaSon]
I bet the Draco pop when lil' slime come 'round
P***y niggas broke as f*ck, ain't got no funds (How?)
Got hella sticks up in the trap, I'm into guns now
Put yo- put your stick up, or you get gunned down
Hol' up, I don't like how you looking
I ain't no killer but don't push me
Highspeed, finna' drift, I cannot look back, I'm still pushing
Thumbing' through three hunnid racks
Tell your mans to get his bands up
Bad b***h want me to f*ck her, what a fan, yeah
ARP leave him in a room, like pick your mans up
F*ck security, I came in with that blam tucked, yeah
Slime tryna land sum', in a Lamb' truck
Cream soda full of lean, pour my mans up
Three phones, I don't f*cking answer, yeah
F*cked a couple hoes I don't know the name of
Hella sticks in this b***h, we go out with a bangout
[Chorus: Glokk40Spaz]
I'm on frontline, with that Glock-19
Gotta go hit that lick, I got ADHD
These n***a d**kriding, be on every screen
I can't see that money, I squint like Chinese
Fifty ball on me, ya boy got sesame seed
Fifty round drum, pop his ass, watch him bleed
Watch him bleed
Make him lean
Face-card good, when I'm in your hood
