LYRICS
作词 : Spaz Oso Angelo/Amari Middleton/Alex Alvarado
作曲 : Spaz Oso Angelo/Amari Middleton/Alex Alvarado
[Intro: Glokk40Spaz]
Whoa, Whoa
Baby Whoa (Baby Whoa, Baby Whoa, Baby Whoa, Baby Whoa)
(Baby Whoa, Baby Whoa, Baby Whoa, Baby Whoa)
(Chapo)
[Chorus: OsamaSon]
I'm with Baby Woah and we countin' up bankroll
Let-lettin' off shots from the Kel, five-six make your face go
Slime knock you off for mail, all we get is queso
Nigga know we can't fail, we gon' beat that, yeah
[Verse 1: OsamaSon]
We gon' beat that, huh
Yeah, I don't think you mean that
I'm whippin' the mean 'Cat
Got a bad bougie bitch with her mean ass
Pissin' out Tris, I don't lean back
Whip the Trackhawk, make 'em lean back
I was just countin' up mean bags
Hundreds, fifties, count up hundreds, fifties, yeah
I don't know who ****in' with me, but I got my Glock tucked, yeah, yeah
They just hit the spot, tell a ho I'm not there, yeah
We got more shots than a free throw
Big, big-ass spot full of freak hoes
More cash than a casino
P-pop that shit for the free, though
[Refrain: Glokk40Spaz]
Sleep with that bitch on the pillow
Roll that boy like armadillo
Pour the Wock' up and they sippin' on purple
Glock hit 'em and burn 'em
Boy, I ain't never been nervous
I'm off the Perky, I don't know which one you workin'
Lil' Glokk hit that lick, yeah, took the ski mask off, turban
Sleep with that bitch on the pillow
Roll that boy like armadillo
Pour the Wock' up and they sippin' on purple
Glock hit 'em and burn 'em
Boy, I ain't never been nervous
I'm off the Perky, I don't know which one you workin'
Lil' Glokk hit that lick, yeah, took the ski mask off, turban
[Verse 2: Glokk40Spaz]
I'm totin' big-ass Glock with the gang and they know I don't live right
Nigga keep talkin' that goddamn gang shit, know I'ma pop mine
My last pistol that done sold, that ho was the size of a Glock 9
Yeah, and, buddy, I know that you ****in' told, can't be 'round me, nigga, stop lying
Mafioso, so that's two times, 7.62, ****in' headline
5.56 got hangtime, bust 'em right now, you hear some gun sounds, huh
Nigga ain't havin' no real damn Perc' or shot with the Mobb
I just dropped Don't Get Took Off 3 and robbed the plug out his car
Boy, stop actin' like you like me, boy, your bitch ass soft
And this a eight-hundred dollar 'fit that I got on and this shit cost
Half-a-band slides on my goddamn feet when I walk, all I do is just talk (On God)
Caught that boy slippin' in Atlanta, he thought it was sweet, his ass get white chalked (Chalked, uh)
It's the mob, Baby Life, SRT, he on the wrong block
Huh, I'm cleanin' the glass, why this shit jam? It's Glock
I won't go for nothin' (Nothin'), Oso stick got a stock, huh (On God)
Nigga ain't did nothin' to me, huh, all this cap shit gotta stop
Bitch keep lookin' at my phone, huh, know I gotta keep this shit locked
[Chorus: OsamaSon]
I'm with Baby Woah and we countin' up bankroll
Let-lettin' off shots from the Kel, five-six make your face go
Slime knock you off for mail, all we get is queso
Nigga know we can't fail, we gon' beat that, yeah
I'm with Baby Woah and we countin' up bankroll
Let-lettin' off shots from the Kel, five-six make your face go
Slime knock you off for mail, all we get is queso
Nigga know we can't fail, we gon' beat that, yeah