Nightmare On Ballground Glokk40Spaz

[Intro]
(Ain’t shit, young ass nigga shit)
(Nigga gon’ pop out, bitch, you know we gon’-)
(Blitz some for the mob, nigga)
Yeah (On every whoas outside)
Mmm-mmm (All my shooters foreign)
(Look at all these whoas outside)
(Nigga ain’t playin’, on mob) (Hahahaha)

[Verse 1]
We had five guns, when we did that to Jerry
They tryna call 12 but that’s not necessary
I shoot at the opps, they call me Jason Terry
Already knew you gon’ call it off, nigga, you scary
Fye fuck up his stomach like he can’t eat dairy
He ain’t ‘een pop his gun in the shootout, we carried
I put my fist in the pot and I whip it like Harry
I’m wit’ some Vampires, why the fuck you keep starin’?
He don’t got no motion, it’s slow like a snail
Call that boy Gary
Go to the Eastside then we raise hell
Me and the Glock married
I’m thuggin’ tryna stay away from police, can’t go back to jail
I let the Glock sing like Mariah Carey
Don’t try to run up here, nigga, I double dare
F & N wit’ the Draco, nigga, right there
That bih’ too stuck up, hell nah, we don’t like her
Show the luh’ pussy baby we don’t like him
Bitch on my dick, my another hoe wan’ fight her
Fazo locked up and they camped out that boy locked at Rikers
Glock go missin’, I’m the number one Striker
Tell that ho, “Gon’ kill ‘em, go head, pipe up”
Huh, five Backwoods rolled, we ain’t got no lighter