G-LOC

Crushing through the night with a fucking c4
In the jet drop the tsar bomba
Bitch i need more
I’ll never stop till i put your head on the scoreboard
They’ll never find my meth because i hid it in the floorboard

I make so much fucking money you can’t even count that shit
I’m so fucking rich nigga, i ain’t even worked for it
It’s so funny how i can cut your body into two
Comeback from the dead nigga you should look right behind you

In the jet boutta crash that shit like fucking g-loc
Comeback from the dead just to get your fucking vault unlocked (x4)

Thread careful, i’m about to dive into
You got no money lil bitch ?
They i can’t make that shit for you
I placеd some c4 in your background
I’m so fucking busy i burry your body into the ground

Go back in your cage bеfore i turn you into a murder case
You ain’t fuckin safe when i put my knife into your face
I’ve been counting days till i cut open your fucking veins
Burn into my flames
Stand still i’m digging your fucking grave
With my fucking blades i’ve been cutting your body in 2 section
Dissection
With your body parts i’m making a selection
Disconnection
You can’t hit me in the head i hit you with the deflection

Fuck your bitch she’s on my aim (x8)