Glock on Tuck

Demons in me, voices in my head

Just like Randy Orton

I roll with the smackers

We get active like Rick and Morty

Want to have my baby

Girl you crazy pay for that abortion

Triple cross

Go against the gang, then it’s straight extortion

I’m the quarterback

Cause I’m the one who put the play in motion

Choppa

Spot em, got em Imma close his curtains

Remember I was broke

Now I’m in my bag like a Birkin

Yo face card dirty

My shit cleaner than some dish detergent

Screaming fuck the opps, shoutout my block

We tighter than some virgins

He a double felon, back on the gram

Boy we know you working

I hear one more diss about Lil Bibby

Then we fuckin purging

My favorite opp in jail

I’m mad he had to hang up his jersey

Solo car ride bitch we sliding

Back to back again

If I shot my glock

Then K4 gone shoot that FNF

Kodak that’s my cousin

Stony Hearted that’s my fuckin twin

Ain’t nobody perfect on this Earth

We was born to sin

Hit they block, let’s spend a band

Fuck it, let’s spin again

Fifty cent got many men

Come to my city, checkin in

Last **** dissed on the six

We did him in

He jumped in that water with my sharks

He couldn’t swim

Bitch I’m clean as fuck

From my tape up to my pinky toe

Opp hoes love us

Why you think we always got the lo

Knock em down

Like back to back to back

Like three times in a row

Just look at the score

It’s like six to our thirty-four

I’m calling all the plays

Watch the camera the feds did a raid

I’m cut just like a spade, like a blade

So stay out my way, you can die today

If yo stupid ass diss on tray eight

**** acting fake in my face

Tryna hit my J

Bitch let’s get it rockin

Let’s get it on my side of town

Yung Joc it’s goin down

Just like IT you a fucking clown

He jumped off in that water

We’ll start em

And he fucking drown

My shooters just like rumors

Just like Ubers, cause they get around

Lullaby we laid em down

King shit give me my crown

I heard that boy got kidnapped

We call that one opp lost and found

You know what the six about

Doing fraud just got a route

Got a drop, we staking out

Sent fifty shots all in his house

I feel that pressure, I press the issue

We poppin shit like acne

My heart cold like it’s December

in DurkWorld with my real members

In VanteLand they real hitters

You a bitch, you a real jizzle

Six I’m a certified real killa

We beat blocks like instrumentals

Penny Wise, you a fucking clown

My Rolex, shit bussed down

Opps block on shut down

Why everybody on hush now

Why everybody so quiet now

why yo' whole family cryin' now?

In beef, it ain’t never over

But sometimes it be dying down

Funeral houses and court dates

Bro finna beat a court case

Riding round with a AK

Heart broke 'bout Kendre (Kendre)

Police killed my son son

I heard you out on a bus bond

Draco, got AR’s, got caught

Boy we got gun guns

Boy you ain’t gone strap shit

**** know we reckless

Snatch a rap **** necklace

Like the AFCAT we take shit

**** you don’t want to beef with us

Fuck **** you ain’t street as us

Back in the day you was a lame ****

You was scared to hang on the back of the bus

Aaron die my heart crushed

Book six we turning up, we shot it up

**** we got our bodies up

I get cream

2015, boy the whole gang we was molly’d up

Boy you better not start with us

You don’t even have hear like us

VVS buss buss, glock on tuck

I just catch the play

Down, set, hut

I can’t wife no rabbit

That lil hoe a mutt

I’m KD in the clutch

You Ezel on that dust

I’m Trae D with this choppa

You junior, I’m yo father

My dreads hanging like rasta

I’m cut just like a barber

You on the bench, I’m a starter

You grind slow, I grind harder

You caught a face shot, damn

You won’t see no doctor

(you won’t see no doctor ****)