[Intro]
He ain’t talkin’ ‘bout Glocks he ain’t talkin’ ‘bout nun’, nigga, nun’
[Verse]
Don’t come to the block ‘cause you don’t got no face card
I yatted my body, covered up my scars
And I got my pistol out the ninth ward
If you don’t got no stick what you here for?
The Drac’ got some kick, I felt it in my chord
Anytime that gelato open up my pores
Y’all niggas is pussy, I felt it in my chords
Find out where you stay we kickin’ down yo’ door
You ain’t babylife ebg you’ll get ignored
Know we got artillery we go to war
That ho tried to suck my dick ‘cause she got bored
On the top of the fuckin’ AK we got swords
[?]
My mama found two pistols in that top drawer
Do not touch my Glock bitch, that is not yours
Do not touch my’ ‘guap bitch, we got nachos
All my pistols havin’ clips full of hollow tips
I come and beat the pussy up then I dip
Real Double-O After they said I won't be shit
Now she on my dick, got that pussy seasick
Hell no we can't link, bitch I'm playin' defense
Lil' baby got spanked, baby I got even
I'm a playboy bunny nigga, I got swiftness
I don't trust my damn partner, gotta keep my distance
These bullets gon' fly like the pigeons
I brought the sticks here just for Tristen
Don't play wit' yo' life, I wouldn't risk it
Babylife demon, this shit gon' get twisted
He got me fucked up if he think he gon' blitz shit
Band gang pop out that cut, it get wicked
I think my finger gettin' itchy
I get to thinkin' 'bout epiphany
Bet you I shoot before they end up blitzin' me
I got the pistol right there where my dick be
I'm wit' lil' Kilo throwin' up them big B's
I grab that thirty clip, it's in my dickies
Don't play with this shit, nigga leave you six feet
I fuck on my bitch anywhere, them quickies
Broke that hoe out, she keep trippin 'bout these hickies
Then I cook they block up, they askin' for the recipe
Cut off all my bitches got no one stressin' me
I'm the DGTO2, they gon' feel me
Think yo' partner got some gut, tell him spill me
Which one of yall fuck niggas be wit' homie?
'Cause I got no problem takin' off yo' tronies
Someone up the score nigga, up yo' fye
She know that I'm not just another guy
I need some space from the block like a astronaut
I got that glizzy, I get through like picklocks
Sending off shots nigga, I don't throw rocks
He came to the block nigga wit' no glizzock
Fuck APD, we don't fuck wit' no cops
Fake ass drank, man these niggas tryna rerock
Devil for real, ain't come with no flock
I'm livin' this thug life, I ain't stuntin' 2pac
Walk through the chain wit' a shank in my sock
Thug life, nigga
Huh, huh, babylife
He ain’t talkin’ ‘bout Glocks he ain’t talkin’ ‘bout nun’, nigga, nun’
[Verse]
Don’t come to the block ‘cause you don’t got no face card
I yatted my body, covered up my scars
And I got my pistol out the ninth ward
If you don’t got no stick what you here for?
The Drac’ got some kick, I felt it in my chord
Anytime that gelato open up my pores
Y’all niggas is pussy, I felt it in my chords
Find out where you stay we kickin’ down yo’ door
You ain’t babylife ebg you’ll get ignored
Know we got artillery we go to war
That ho tried to suck my dick ‘cause she got bored
On the top of the fuckin’ AK we got swords
[?]
My mama found two pistols in that top drawer
Do not touch my Glock bitch, that is not yours
Do not touch my’ ‘guap bitch, we got nachos
All my pistols havin’ clips full of hollow tips
I come and beat the pussy up then I dip
Real Double-O After they said I won't be shit
Now she on my dick, got that pussy seasick
Hell no we can't link, bitch I'm playin' defense
Lil' baby got spanked, baby I got even
I'm a playboy bunny nigga, I got swiftness
I don't trust my damn partner, gotta keep my distance
These bullets gon' fly like the pigeons
I brought the sticks here just for Tristen
Don't play wit' yo' life, I wouldn't risk it
Babylife demon, this shit gon' get twisted
He got me fucked up if he think he gon' blitz shit
Band gang pop out that cut, it get wicked
I think my finger gettin' itchy
I get to thinkin' 'bout epiphany
Bet you I shoot before they end up blitzin' me
I got the pistol right there where my dick be
I'm wit' lil' Kilo throwin' up them big B's
I grab that thirty clip, it's in my dickies
Don't play with this shit, nigga leave you six feet
I fuck on my bitch anywhere, them quickies
Broke that hoe out, she keep trippin 'bout these hickies
Then I cook they block up, they askin' for the recipe
Cut off all my bitches got no one stressin' me
I'm the DGTO2, they gon' feel me
Think yo' partner got some gut, tell him spill me
Which one of yall fuck niggas be wit' homie?
'Cause I got no problem takin' off yo' tronies
Someone up the score nigga, up yo' fye
She know that I'm not just another guy
I need some space from the block like a astronaut
I got that glizzy, I get through like picklocks
Sending off shots nigga, I don't throw rocks
He came to the block nigga wit' no glizzock
Fuck APD, we don't fuck wit' no cops
Fake ass drank, man these niggas tryna rerock
Devil for real, ain't come with no flock
I'm livin' this thug life, I ain't stuntin' 2pac
Walk through the chain wit' a shank in my sock
Thug life, nigga
Huh, huh, babylife
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