It's a b on the glock
I ain't even gotta shoot wit my hands
Lil bruh nem really go spin
Don't take em for granted
Cause they lil kids
Aye free all the guys not guilty
They booked for shit
Somebody else did
Don't make me mad i lose my mind
I'm fighting with satan and shit
My heart been racing
Got blood on my jeans
I'm knowing he ain't make it
They should put me in the
Ring with some fire
I don't play with kids
I'm fighting with satan
Oh you ain't never got hit with a drac Ima shoot one time
Just so you can taste it
Feds tapping dreads nappy
Tryna escape them police stations
Put the track in reverse
I'm floating this bitch
And spilling the syrup
I don't even smoke
I'm high off contact
Can't even rap I'm slurring my words
Niggas better give me the props
I deserve They cant f*ck with me
Not even a 3rd
I'm inna raq everyday it's a purge
I'm gripping my gun
While mello go serve
12 gone try to paint me as criminal
They just feigning for warrant
To search
Ima lil a rapper right now
I been giving out good in the world
To make up my dirt
If you ain't brave
Don't hop in the field
You might get burned you step on turf
Stuck in hell with satan
And I'm tryna see
Which one of us dying first
I'm getting da money
Lil ski nem beating the blocks
I'm showing them sum they not
My lil brudda not asking for money
But he damn well
Be asking for glocks
Knew i was with it
Cause i caught urge my first time Pulling the trigger & shot
300 black send shit to the top
No touching the barrel
Cause it's too hot
It's a b on the glock
I ain't even gotta shoot wit my hands
Lil bruh nem really go spin
Don't take em for granted
Cause they lil kids
Aye free all the guys not guilty
They booked for shit
Somebody else did
Don't make me mad i lose my mind
I'm fighting with satan and shit
My heart been racing
Got blood on my jeans
I'm knowing he ain't make it
They should put me in the
Ring with some fire
I don't play with kids
I'm fighting with satan
Oh you ain't never got hit with a drac Ima shoot one time
Just so you can taste it
Feds tapping dreads nappy
Tryna escape them police stations
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It's a b on the glock
I ain't even gotta shoot wit my hands
Lil bruh nem really go spin
Don't take em for granted
Cause they lil kids
Aye free all the guys not guilty
They booked for shit
Somebody else did
Don't make me mad i lose my mind
I'm fighting with satan and shit
My heart been racing
Got blood on my jeans
I'm knowing he ain't make it
They should put me in the
Ring with some fire
I don't play with kids
I'm fighting with satan
Oh you ain't never got hit with a drac Ima shoot one time
Just so you can taste it
Feds tapping dreads nappy
Tryna escape them police stations
Put the track in reverse
I'm floating this bitch
And spilling the syrup
I don't even smoke
I'm high off contact
Can't even rap I'm slurring my words
Niggas better give me the props
I deserve They cant f*ck with me
Not even a 3rd
I'm inna raq everyday it's a purge
I'm gripping my gun
While mello go serve
12 gone try to paint me as criminal
They just feigning for warrant
To search
Ima lil a rapper right now
I been giving out good in the world
To make up my dirt
If you ain't brave
Don't hop in the field
You might get burned you step on turf
Stuck in hell with satan
And I'm tryna see
Which one of us dying first
I'm getting da money
Lil ski nem beating the blocks
I'm showing them sum they not
My lil brudda not asking for money
But he damn well
Be asking for glocks
Knew i was with it
Cause i caught urge my first time Pulling the trigger & shot
300 black send shit to the top
No touching the barrel
Cause it's too hot
It's a b on the glock
I ain't even gotta shoot wit my hands
Lil bruh nem really go spin
Don't take em for granted
Cause they lil kids
Aye free all the guys not guilty
They booked for shit
Somebody else did
Don't make me mad i lose my mind
I'm fighting with satan and shit
My heart been racing
Got blood on my jeans
I'm knowing he ain't make it
They should put me in the
Ring with some fire
I don't play with kids
I'm fighting with satan
Oh you ain't never got hit with a drac Ima shoot one time
Just so you can taste it
Feds tapping dreads nappy
Tryna escape them police stations
I ain't even gotta shoot wit my hands
Lil bruh nem really go spin
Don't take em for granted
Cause they lil kids
Aye free all the guys not guilty
They booked for shit
Somebody else did
Don't make me mad i lose my mind
I'm fighting with satan and shit
My heart been racing
Got blood on my jeans
I'm knowing he ain't make it
They should put me in the
Ring with some fire
I don't play with kids
I'm fighting with satan
Oh you ain't never got hit with a drac Ima shoot one time
Just so you can taste it
Feds tapping dreads nappy
Tryna escape them police stations
Put the track in reverse
I'm floating this bitch
And spilling the syrup
I don't even smoke
I'm high off contact
Can't even rap I'm slurring my words
Niggas better give me the props
I deserve They cant f*ck with me
Not even a 3rd
I'm inna raq everyday it's a purge
I'm gripping my gun
While mello go serve
12 gone try to paint me as criminal
They just feigning for warrant
To search
Ima lil a rapper right now
I been giving out good in the world
To make up my dirt
If you ain't brave
Don't hop in the field
You might get burned you step on turf
Stuck in hell with satan
And I'm tryna see
Which one of us dying first
I'm getting da money
Lil ski nem beating the blocks
I'm showing them sum they not
My lil brudda not asking for money
But he damn well
Be asking for glocks
Knew i was with it
Cause i caught urge my first time Pulling the trigger & shot
300 black send shit to the top
No touching the barrel
Cause it's too hot
It's a b on the glock
I ain't even gotta shoot wit my hands
Lil bruh nem really go spin
Don't take em for granted
Cause they lil kids
Aye free all the guys not guilty
They booked for shit
Somebody else did
Don't make me mad i lose my mind
I'm fighting with satan and shit
My heart been racing
Got blood on my jeans
I'm knowing he ain't make it
They should put me in the
Ring with some fire
I don't play with kids
I'm fighting with satan
Oh you ain't never got hit with a drac Ima shoot one time
Just so you can taste it
Feds tapping dreads nappy
Tryna escape them police stations
Writer: Mickael Smith
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