Minion

(Ok is the hardest, I swear to God)

No cap, that's a new tag?

Okay, I fuck with that

(We gone be ok)

Yeah

Poured a four of Wock

Lil Glokk I'm movin' slow as fuck

Bitch can't come if she ain't got friends

If she ain't 'finna fuck all of us

My brothers got a stolen Glock

Got some money just to double up

Huh, came back from the scrap with 15

You know I had to run shit up

He talkin' bout the gang

Know he in trouble with us

She fuck on the gang, no rebuttal with us

Whoa, let them shots fly

You know them boy duck

**** get scared fuck

They run they mouth they suckers, yeah, huh

**** I shot his ass but he ain't die boy he lucky

Huh, yeah, look at the size of the seven-six two

It'll bust your muffin

Look at the size of the five-five six

We ain't running from nothing

Told whoa, when I get outta jail

I'm gonna pop him don't even touch him

He knew before he played with the baby

It'll come with repercussions

These nine millimeter gonna fill his ass up

Just like stuffing

Know if I put it on the mob or GL

That Lil Glokk ain't bluffing

I put a switch on the Gen five

This hoe be bustin'

It's three of us but you only wanna fuck two

That shit ain't gon' cut it

That hoe for the Swoo you know I gotta dub it

Yeah, it's whatever with your gang

Y'all boys be dropping dead like wild animals

Capo Lo said "eat that plate", you know they dead

I eat them like cannibal

Hop out with the Glock

And I'm creeping around like Annabelle

These **** be telling on me

And I'll never tell

Baby leeching on me and I never cared

Never run from the smoke I was always there

Frontline with the stick **** gon blow

Get on that boy ass

**** wasn't talking bout no joke

**** talkin' bout the mob

His ass get smoke just like a pole

These **** they lame as fuck

They can't hang out like ropes

Know we move that shit like dope

J on the east side steal a lil coke

And DK and vampires still loc

I got **** that be shooting shit can't be seen on camera

You will never know, huh

All these bitches on go, huh

You think you got your bitch on lock

I bet your bitch gon' go

Oh bitch you think your boyfriend hot

You know we gon' pop at his fro

These **** they get crossed out

Lil Glokk done wrote the death note

These **** they so pussy

And they get washed out just like soap

Yeah, **** it is what it is

Huh, I walked out of jail **** I wish

Damn boy, rob his boat then that car get flip

Take him through the swamp

Like little bitch, look at my drip

I'm gon' catch his ass and pop him

****, I'm not picky

Yeah, I like the regular draco

But that micro minion

I mean **** I fuck with your gang

But **** my gang killing

BL, four-L

Vampire

Take your ass through the swamp

Free Lil BJ, Free King 30, Free Ju Glizzy

Free all the Whoa's

Free Don Wick, Free Domo, Free Don Hush

(We gone be ok)