Hustlers & Shooters Key Glock, KATO2X & Zo Trapalot

[Intro]
(Montana Corleone made this one)
(Sosa 808 got this bitch knockin')

[Verse 1: Key Glock]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Bitch, I keep that Glizock on me, it's a part of my drip, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
That chopstick like a Beyblade, let it rip, let it rip
Yeah, I'm all about my chips, yeah, my chips and dip, yeah
I'm cutthroat, rich and ruthless, show no symp', no sympathy
My circle full of hustlers and some shooters and you can't get in
Tell the opps get off my dick, yeah, that's just for your bitch

[Verse 2: KATO2X]
SRT so fast, I might die if I switch the gears
Cartier my wrist, still hop in stolos and do drills
Shoot 'til you get killed, on bond, I spent 'bout two mil'
Can't be stopped, sat back and did some time, but I know this my year

[Verse 3: Zo Trapalot]
Yeah, uh, fightin' cases, still trappin', uh (A lot)
This ho got no ass, but got a nice face, I still capped her (No cap)
Rollin' up opps on the daily, we dump bullets and dump ashes (Yeah)
Racks in my pants got me saggin', for this bread, three-sixty crashin'
Nothin' but closed caskets, nigga (Fah)