Poisoned Soul

[Intro]
I'm all glo'd up
Glo gang (With the Glo, everywhere I go I glo nigga, everywhere I'm at nigga I'm good, nigga)
Blood money (I'm in LA nigga, in the crips hood, nigga)
Cartel (we gon' ride around with the crips, nigga)
Almighty (Nigga, 30 shots on us, let's see whatchu on, drivin' foreign cars, nigga, this shit ain't no motherfuckin')
What? (Fairy tale, nigga, I'm doing this shit, nigga)
I'm on my way, man (Niggas scared to come where I'm at, nigga)

[Chorus]
Almighty hit me up (Woah), he made a mess he need a mop (He need a mop)
A 100 shots he caught a opp (A opp) can't do no time he got that guap (Guap)
Ain't nobody tell me shit (Nah) when I got on Versace sack (What? Big Glo, nigga haha)
Almighty hit me up (He hit me), he made a mess he need a mop (Where you at man?)
A 100 shots he caught a opp can't do no time he got that guap (Ight)
And can't nobody tell me shit when I got on Versace sack (I underst', ayy, lil cuz on his way man, aye, foreign thot, foreign drive, be ready man, ayy)
Almighty hit me up (Be in the alley, man), he made a mess he need a mop
Can't (Tell Tadoe come to the alley man)
A 100 shots (Fuck all of these motherfuckers man, fuck 'em, Blood, shoot all up)

[Verse 1]
I'm about to pull on the block (Where you at?)
Catch the opp and kill the opp
The opp a drop, ain't no shots end up in my line (Ain't no, fuck them niggas)
Shots left in my Glock (30 shots nigga)
I up this bitch I'ma pop
This lame ain't gon shoot a shot (Shoot a shot, damn)
I'ma shooter I got shooter shooters got rugers rugers with the knob (Rugers with the knobs on them nigga)
I'ma twist it and twist it and twist it until his body shoot a lot (Shoot a lot, woah, damn)
Niggas sold me a foreign, the brakes bad, sued the lot (Sued the lot, fuck you, haha, I got money)
Almighty called me up he say he need a prop, bring 'em up (Bring 'em up, bring 'em up, Blood)
Okay, fuck that, I'm 'bout To pull up on these bitch ass niggas and send a 100 shots (200 shots, 300 shots, 400 shots)
And I ain't stoppin' shootin' bitch 'till I kill me about a 100 opps (200 opps, 300 opps, 400 opps)
I ain't wealthy 'till I got enough that I can buy 30 drops (200 drops, 300 drops, 400 drops)
Yeah (Hahaha, y'all hurt, squad, fuck niggas, woah)
When almighty hit me up (He hit me up), I was fuckin' this lil bitch (She redbone), she was light-skinned and long hair, she was kinda thick (Get that lil booty on)
She said her daddy had that bag, he say he was rich (He kinda rich)
She say he was rich (He aight, for real?)
She say he was rich, so I had to talk to her (Woah)
Showed me where bricks, she showed me where the bricks at
Now I got this shit (Now he a lick, it's cool, bitch, haha, woah)
She knew I was a snake (Snake), so how the fuck is she gon' get mad at the Glo? (Glo Gang)
And she got bitched (Haha, she got bitched, hahaha, bitch)
Yeah (You fell in that ditch, quick)
Bitch, I'm already knowin' (Gloin')
At the end of the day (At the end of the day)
You still gon' be my bitch (You still gon' be my bitch, 'cause I'm rich, with or without you bitch)
With or without you bitch (Hahaha, haha, I'm glo'd up nigga, Glo Gang, fuck you, I mean, Big Glo)

[Verse 2]
And almighty (Almighty) hit me up he made a mess he need a mop (He need a mop)
Almighty hit me up he made a mess he need a mop (I gotchu)
I called Wolf, he called them niggas they pulled up 300 shots (300 shots)
They sent them bullets at them pussy niggas, they know how I come (I come)
They know where we from, they know where we at, we ain't far, yeah (We ain't far nigga, nigga, I pull up on yo ass right now, woah)
And I'm that nigga been that nigga if I wanted I'd just call the lot (I want a car, I call the lot, squad, squad)
When almighty hit the block, he know everybody out there posted with their mops (DayDay, Mitch, Nino)
And if we think we see a opp, we gon' send his ass 'bout 350 shots (And blow that motherfucker up, nigga)
If almighty hit me up, I'm gon' hit the block (Woah)
Niggas better run, duck, dodge, duck (Drop, drop, damn)
Better move real fast, and don't stop (Don't stop)
If almighty hit me up I call Wolf (Woah)
He got them niggas on their block (Wolf)
They gon' pull up with them MACs and they got chops (Chops) they got chops, AK 47 (Damn) clips look like mops (Shit crazy, like mops)
And if they spray, everybody in the crowd of a dice game, they gon' drop (They gon' drop, fuck y'all thought?)
This ain't no rap, bitch, this poetry, if you don't like it don't give me my props (Fuck you, squad, who give a fuck?)