[Intro: KA$HDAMI]

(I would be there I could be— it's not cap, I swear)

Fbee

(Fuck)

[Verse 1: KA$HDAMI]

My niggas tryna hop out that van

I'm watchin' for opps everywhere that I am

[?] with my bitch, I'm tapped in with the [?]

With that shit that you jackin', it's foo, needa disband

Walk in the club and I don't need a wristband

Plane just hit, I'ma make me a quick band

Damioso on a lick, it's a masterplan

Switch on the Glock, get to poppin' like frying pan

Bitch, I'm post up on that avenue

Got a Jewish plug and he stay out in Malibu

Boy, you only gon' shoot if you have to shoot

One phone call, I send some bullets after you

If you don't wipe your nose then I can't interact with you

Bitch, you keep talkin' shit and yo' name gon' be [?]

I'm finna drop this ho 'cause she keep givin' attitude

I'm on the frontline and I'm totin' my GAT too

[Verse 2: wildkarduno]

Bitch, you know what the fuck goin' on, nigga, big 5

(That's them!)

Just brought a Glock wit' a beam in this bitch

You can't gеt in the ride if you don't got a switch

Throw the work off, nigga, I gotta pitch

Cap in yo' rap, nigga, you got mе sick

Call Smoke, he pop out with a Glick

Seven clips, now I feel like Mike Vick

Thought he had Wock' but he got his ass Tris

Too many Glocks in the 5% tint

Thought he had Percs but I gave his ass mints

Rap nigga, I do not read no comments

I shoot at the crowd, nigga, ladies and gents (Hrrt)

But them niggas shouldn't've been lackin'

Bitch, I'm on the block, nigga, pistol-packin'

You not from that hood, what the fuck is you jackin'?

[Verse 3: Glokk40Spaz & wildkarduno]

Mm, BL (Young nigga, what the fuck is you jackin'?)

(Hrrt)

BL, yeah

Bitch, I'm gettin' that vibe that you wanna hang with a BabyLife vamp

Bitch, don't try this damn exotic, bitch, you know I'm smokin' top-shelf

On B-Whoa, stop it, bitch

You know that I shoot the Glock better than anyone else (No cap)

Why these pussy-ass niggas wan' be BL?

Caught my opp in traffic, shot at his ass, that boy stale

Bitch said, "B-Whoa, you trippin'"

Bitch, look in my eyes and tell me if I care

Up yo' fire, I'm lookin' at ya, boy I double-date

Rip the plug off just like a old sweater

Shooter flip shit, he got a beer belly

12 wanna lock the damn gang up, they find paraphernalia

Don't play wit' this mob shit, I'm tellin' ya

Hmm, that hyping ya gang up talkin' 'bout ya got guns, bitch, barely, huh

Switch up the car and make that boy shit, just like that boy can't eat dairy (Huh)

Caught my opp lackin', I let that bitch rip, nigga, all my opps scary

I'll need DK and the AK on the expressway

That's my bitch, fuck nigga, she the bae

Servin' combos, shot, Chick-fil-A

Mm, bitch, you can fuck some of 'em

I don't do the date

They don't want sum' with the mob, everybody straight (No cap)

On BabyLife shit, Lil EBG take that Glock on a playdate

Ain't gon' lie, I can't trip

We ain't catch him but his man got flipped

I ain't gon' lie, if I gotta catch his man, huh

I gotta catch my mans and shoot him

All my opps some bitches, they call me a simp

I get mad, I bring that stick

I'm a vampire but I go apeshit

On the run with a suit, BL Spazwick

All these bitch ass niggas get ate like soup

Drawin' balls out that coupe

I'm on house arrest, lil' Glokk ain't gotta do shit, I just call up my troop (Lil' Glokk, lil' Glokk)