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My motherfucking Glock this bit' vital omertà move in silence
I'm pissed off that shit make me violent I'm dropping rakes
Put the fork down like a trident
Your bitch she keep looking she liking too
It's like a biker two horns on his head he bison
He sold his soul just so they like him it's frightening
I missed all the signs like a Pisces
I'm righteous but Mr Ripoff not the nicest
Advices to help your ass out I'ma type it I tried it
These niggas know that I'm the idol
They put BabyWhoa on a vinyl I'm tryna go platinum
I'm going back and forth with my rivals
The Glock this bitch get me excited I know I'm smiling
He think that he got the one up on me nigga the slightest
I'm really trying not to be biased
Hang under my belt with the beast and I cross 'em and pop 'em
The boy try to reach
Drop money made sure it's enough for they fleet
Nigga tripped up ain't no shoes on they feet
I fucked up on drank ain't know I fell asleep
Duct tape his mouth I don't want him to speak
My life expensive can't stop moving cheap
He got a problem Glock put him to sleep
He painting nails man I knew he was sweet
Got chased down the block I ain't seen him in weeks
She sucked my dick and that shit was too weak
When everybody had told me go try out the freak
Plot on they block for two weeks but I'm tryna get get-back
For niggas putting hands on lil' Reek
Let me hangout in the trap when I was young
So on God I'll take my lil' Glock out to the creek
Nigga I'm not finna wrestle
I pull out that Glock and rockout heavy metal
He tryna be different that boy is not irregular
Oh you see the police then press on the pedal
Just Band Love poppin shit off on my level
15 bands in a ripped up sweater
My brother say he a 5 fifth he catch metal
Don't care if he trap you get took down for selling
She on her knees she pray 5 times to Mecca
It might be fake just go look at the bezel
Take him down with you it's like Hansel and Gretel
He not a demon tryna look like the devil
Goddamn the drugs gotta figure out the schedule
My trap buckin everybody tryna get 'em
Chrome Heart pants and the stitch on her heart
The Vamps they gon get on your ass if you let 'em
Out of town I catch the boy in Atlanta
Spin in the Rolls Royce talking about the Phantom
Fucked up on drank we done poured all the Fanta
Hang with the shooters you hang with the scammers
Play with us problems they gotta get handled
I'm driving but I got my hands on the handles
You know I'm on fire like a candle
Play with the Wolves like Julius Randle
My motherfucking Glock this bit' vital omertà move in silence
I'm pissed off that shit make me violent I'm dropping rakes
Put the fork down like a trident
Your bitch she keep looking she liking too
It's like a biker two horns on his head he bison
He sold his soul just so they like him it's frightening
I missed all the signs like a Pisces
I'm righteous but Mr Ripoff not the nicest
Advices to help your ass out I'ma type it I tried it
These niggas know that I'm the idol
They put BabyWhoa on a vinyl I'm tryna go platinum
I'm going back and forth with my rivals
The Glock this bitch get me excited I know I'm smiling
He think that he got the one up on me nigga the slightest
I'm really trying not to be biased
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