[Intro]
Huh
I’m wit’ lil’ Kilo
Hrr
[Verse 1]
Young nigga jumped off the porch (Huh)
When I met lil’ Kilo, he was 13
Kick down the door, that’s his favorite thing
Shawty gon' mask the fuck up, that’s on everything
Bitch, I was 15 years old wit' a felony
I'm in the strip wit' the hooligans, huh
If Cal don’t shoot ‘em, then I’m doin' it
Dropped out the school, I had truancy
Illusion, I’m livin' this life, got me losin' it
Huh, all of my bitches wan' argue 'bout stupid shit
Don’t want yo love, bitch, you ruined it, huh
If she don’t pull out, then I’m pulling it
I got the fye for that foolishness
Huh, I gotta scope shit out 'fore I go in it
Bitch, this Glock life, I ain’t goin', bitch
Young nigga 17, ride wit' a 30 clip
Young niggas ready to kill on that Freddy shit, huh
Thought about talkin' to Daejiana
I’m in love wit' the trap, but I left all my problems
Took yo' guns money, that’s how we gon' solvе it
You don’t got no stick, you get ate like McDonald’s
I’m on thе east side wit’ them killas and robbers
Hrrt, 50 something shots out that carbon
Fadeaway, shoot ‘em like Clippers, no barber
Huh
I’m wit’ lil’ Kilo
Hrr
[Verse 1]
Young nigga jumped off the porch (Huh)
When I met lil’ Kilo, he was 13
Kick down the door, that’s his favorite thing
Shawty gon' mask the fuck up, that’s on everything
Bitch, I was 15 years old wit' a felony
I'm in the strip wit' the hooligans, huh
If Cal don’t shoot ‘em, then I’m doin' it
Dropped out the school, I had truancy
Illusion, I’m livin' this life, got me losin' it
Huh, all of my bitches wan' argue 'bout stupid shit
Don’t want yo love, bitch, you ruined it, huh
If she don’t pull out, then I’m pulling it
I got the fye for that foolishness
Huh, I gotta scope shit out 'fore I go in it
Bitch, this Glock life, I ain’t goin', bitch
Young nigga 17, ride wit' a 30 clip
Young niggas ready to kill on that Freddy shit, huh
Thought about talkin' to Daejiana
I’m in love wit' the trap, but I left all my problems
Took yo' guns money, that’s how we gon' solvе it
You don’t got no stick, you get ate like McDonald’s
I’m on thе east side wit’ them killas and robbers
Hrrt, 50 something shots out that carbon
Fadeaway, shoot ‘em like Clippers, no barber
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