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[Verse 1: Glokk40Spaz & Go.unna]
Play with this shit cause this shit gon' get physical
Baby Life steppa, they ready get rid of you
Keep talking hot, boy your ma gon' be missing you
Take a lil shit we only take W's
Run your ass down, hell nah we don't fuck with you
Young nigga popped a perc, ian even comfortable
Tell ya, ya bitch ate the dick up like lunchables
Walked in the bank, then I walked out with pocket food
Young nigga crashing out, nigga, boy you the fool
Junkie come to the trap they like dog food
Junkie keep 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 [?]
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
East side, I'm with them sixties 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
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 nat nun
How many bodies you shot nat one
Baby life shit nigga come get some
Nine hoes white, 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 you gon' miss him
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 [?] it 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 hoe
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
On pussy nigga you get no hunchos

[Verse 2: BabySolid]
EBG got sticks like GI Joe
Don't play with this shit, you gonna get rolled
This baby life shit, we taking your hoe
Them killers gon run in your home
My gang got my back like a bone
Fuck nigga what is you on
The Glock came with two-tone
And these Glocks got dicks but no hormones
We sent his ass up like a drone
Finna slide on the opps, gotta cut off my phone
Bring the wrap with the plug, get it in get it gone
Everyday band gang got sticks, trombone
Put you in the grave, fuck up the tombstone
Can't come to my hood, that's a no fly zone
We spin on the opps like a fucking cyclone
That bitch she a thot, finna give me deepthroat
The draco, the nine don't know what to tote
Baby life vampire real cutthroat
I'm in the hood with the stick in my trenchcoat
Hit with the fire, watch him fold like an envelope
And we got the sticks like an antelope
I'm hopping the fence like a jumprope
[?] with a telescope
Knock down your door like a domino
Got a bad bitch like I'm Romeo
Hooligan rip through your chromosomes
Chop with the rope, Chris Jericho
Jumped down with the stick like Picasso
Shooter pull up in the poncho
Making shit clap like I'm Bravo
Drunk as the fuck I poured a whole bottle
I pulled a trump card like the fucking boy Donald
Them boys talking shit make a fuck nigga
They know what I'm on man this shit'll get hostile
And I'm in her mouth like some muhfucking tonsils
That bitch suck dick and swallow
Gun him down
Went to your block got hunnid rounds
Got called up he out of bounds
Dead opp, 3.5 I'm breaking down
We'll turn your block into a ghost town
Real vampires so I fuck with the bloodhounds
I'm on that block all day till the sun down
He think he tough, gon feel this gunpowder
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby life