[Intro: Glokk40Spaz]
Ya, huh
Baby, like, hm
Spaz, hm, Spaz
Gang, hm, hm
[Verse 1: Glokk40Spaz & Go.unna]
Play with this shit then this shit gon' get physical
Baby Life steppas, they ready get rid of you
Keep talking hot, boy, your ma gon' be missing you
Take all his shit, we only take Ws
Run your ass down, hell nah, we don't fuck with you
Young nigga popped a Perc', I ain't even comfortable
Tellin', ya bitch ate the dick up like Lunchables
Walk in the bank then I walk out with pockets full
Young nigga crashing out, nigga, boy, you the fool
Junkie come to the trap, they like dog food
Junkie come back to the trap 'cause they want it
Serve the whole block then re-up in the mornin'
Hunnids on hunnids, we uppin' on choneys
He got the set, then we up on your homie
Stock on the stick, tote that shit by my lonely
Buddy said I ain't on shit, then come hold me
Eastside, I'm with them .6s, I'm rolling
Find out lil' buddy a snitch, we gon' roll 'em
Back-to-back kicking this shit then keep going
Got you, gon' repost the mix and keep going
Huh, yeah, EBG shit, man, that money keep flowing
Take his ass off, like, lil' bro, what you toting? (Hrr)
We ain't like them pussy nigga, we ain't folding
I walk with the AK on my right shoulder
We know that he snitching, might just have to roll him
Just like my bankroll we leave that nigga rolling
She like my new whip, this motherfucker stolen
.223 hit his neck, that motherfucker choking
I'm all in this shit, I ain't talking poker
Shoot your shit up, give a fuck who your folks is
Pull out that .22, you ain't gon' blow shit
Yeah, yeah, you ain't gon' blow not nun
How many bodies you shot? Not one
Baby life shit, nigga, come get some
[?], nigga, shit A1
Pull out that stick, nigga, shit, they run
Never get caught, I'ma live with that gun
Hell nah, they read off the numbers, you trippin'
Play with this shit, he gon' miss
Catch his ass, left yellow tape where he standin'
Cut the bitch off 'cause she got too demandin'
She love a young nigga with motion I'm having
This Baby Life play with this shit, it get tragic
Glokk got the pills for the potion
No, I can't front, you gon' fuck up the motion
Hands [?], tote the Glock with no holster
Post up with the cinco, my nigga got Draco
That fucking Kriss Vector'll bust your potato
I'm still young Pablo, don't call me Diego
Shoot you in your face, it get bent like a [?]
Drop down with the stick, I ain't pick up no pencil
It's a hunnid round drum in this bitch, leave you mental
We hit a lil' lick, and this shit exponential
Pull out the choppa, don't do fundamentals
Get the fuck out the trap, can't pay yo' rent, ho
Pillow talk to the bitch, you got me bent, bro
Only Safe One, I'm the real Oso
Glock .23, they gon' take your soul
Oh, pussy ass nigga, you get no hunchos
Ya, huh
Baby, like, hm
Spaz, hm, Spaz
Gang, hm, hm
[Verse 1: Glokk40Spaz & Go.unna]
Play with this shit then this shit gon' get physical
Baby Life steppas, they ready get rid of you
Keep talking hot, boy, your ma gon' be missing you
Take all his shit, we only take Ws
Run your ass down, hell nah, we don't fuck with you
Young nigga popped a Perc', I ain't even comfortable
Tellin', ya bitch ate the dick up like Lunchables
Walk in the bank then I walk out with pockets full
Young nigga crashing out, nigga, boy, you the fool
Junkie come to the trap, they like dog food
Junkie come back to the trap 'cause they want it
Serve the whole block then re-up in the mornin'
Hunnids on hunnids, we uppin' on choneys
He got the set, then we up on your homie
Stock on the stick, tote that shit by my lonely
Buddy said I ain't on shit, then come hold me
Eastside, I'm with them .6s, I'm rolling
Find out lil' buddy a snitch, we gon' roll 'em
Back-to-back kicking this shit then keep going
Got you, gon' repost the mix and keep going
Huh, yeah, EBG shit, man, that money keep flowing
Take his ass off, like, lil' bro, what you toting? (Hrr)
We ain't like them pussy nigga, we ain't folding
I walk with the AK on my right shoulder
We know that he snitching, might just have to roll him
Just like my bankroll we leave that nigga rolling
She like my new whip, this motherfucker stolen
.223 hit his neck, that motherfucker choking
I'm all in this shit, I ain't talking poker
Shoot your shit up, give a fuck who your folks is
Pull out that .22, you ain't gon' blow shit
Yeah, yeah, you ain't gon' blow not nun
How many bodies you shot? Not one
Baby life shit, nigga, come get some
[?], nigga, shit A1
Pull out that stick, nigga, shit, they run
Never get caught, I'ma live with that gun
Hell nah, they read off the numbers, you trippin'
Play with this shit, he gon' miss
Catch his ass, left yellow tape where he standin'
Cut the bitch off 'cause she got too demandin'
She love a young nigga with motion I'm having
This Baby Life play with this shit, it get tragic
Glokk got the pills for the potion
No, I can't front, you gon' fuck up the motion
Hands [?], tote the Glock with no holster
Post up with the cinco, my nigga got Draco
That fucking Kriss Vector'll bust your potato
I'm still young Pablo, don't call me Diego
Shoot you in your face, it get bent like a [?]
Drop down with the stick, I ain't pick up no pencil
It's a hunnid round drum in this bitch, leave you mental
We hit a lil' lick, and this shit exponential
Pull out the choppa, don't do fundamentals
Get the fuck out the trap, can't pay yo' rent, ho
Pillow talk to the bitch, you got me bent, bro
Only Safe One, I'm the real Oso
Glock .23, they gon' take your soul
Oh, pussy ass nigga, you get no hunchos
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