[Verse 1: Glokk40Spaz]
K got the Draco and I got the Glizzy, you know we get psyched
He don't want no beef and we poppin' that potato barrel on fye
Ten letter shit, Baby Goat, we got all types of ties
He a wannabe gangster, we caught that lil' pussy boy with the disguise, huh
Russian AK, I don't really play games
Young nigga with me psyched, crashin' 'bout some stains
Police tryna say that I'm the leader of my gang, well, they lame
I go rob about it, don't diss on TK
Think my gang just look cool walkin' out with K's
We left that boy top off just like a toupée
You play, catch a fifty-round drum 'round this way
It's a hundred-round drum on the bottom of that Drac', huh
I did drug deals with niggas, I could've took off and they wasn't gon' have nothin'
I ain't gon' lie, I let bitches call me out and I ain't do nothin' (Nan')
When I get off house arrest, you better cut the check or that bitch is gon' need a new lung
I don't play 'bout the disrespect, I put that on my set, I catch you, better pull out your gun
The bank got a hundred checks, I get her pussy wet, I'ma fuck the ho 'cause I'm the don
Hundred bands in a duffle bag, that shit feel like a ton
I don't do romance, will you take this dance? We gon' molly whop with this new gun
Y'all niggas some kids, I treat you like a baby, spank your ass just like my son
We catch the opp lackin' and then we start laughin', that shit be so fun
And them niggas ain't did shit to me, them boys peons
Y'all niggas is pussy, put that on my mom
When I got that glizzy on me, I'm not wrong
Cal had the Draco 'fore I made this song
Cal had a hundred-round, double drum
Seventeen bands just to pay my bond
K got the Draco and I got the Glizzy, you know we get psyched
He don't want no beef and we poppin' that potato barrel on fye
Ten letter shit, Baby Goat, we got all types of ties
He a wannabe gangster, we caught that lil' pussy boy with the disguise, huh
Russian AK, I don't really play games
Young nigga with me psyched, crashin' 'bout some stains
Police tryna say that I'm the leader of my gang, well, they lame
I go rob about it, don't diss on TK
Think my gang just look cool walkin' out with K's
We left that boy top off just like a toupée
You play, catch a fifty-round drum 'round this way
It's a hundred-round drum on the bottom of that Drac', huh
I did drug deals with niggas, I could've took off and they wasn't gon' have nothin'
I ain't gon' lie, I let bitches call me out and I ain't do nothin' (Nan')
When I get off house arrest, you better cut the check or that bitch is gon' need a new lung
I don't play 'bout the disrespect, I put that on my set, I catch you, better pull out your gun
The bank got a hundred checks, I get her pussy wet, I'ma fuck the ho 'cause I'm the don
Hundred bands in a duffle bag, that shit feel like a ton
I don't do romance, will you take this dance? We gon' molly whop with this new gun
Y'all niggas some kids, I treat you like a baby, spank your ass just like my son
We catch the opp lackin' and then we start laughin', that shit be so fun
And them niggas ain't did shit to me, them boys peons
Y'all niggas is pussy, put that on my mom
When I got that glizzy on me, I'm not wrong
Cal had the Draco 'fore I made this song
Cal had a hundred-round, double drum
Seventeen bands just to pay my bond
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