Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Glokk40Spaz
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Glokk 40 Spaz
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Clay
Producer
Lyrics
Mm, yeah, mm
Uh, yeah
**** shot down
Mm, time running out
Huh, trap the whole pound
BabyLife, ****
Treat me like a child
Uh, big ass Glock
Huh, smoke him like Black & Mild
Yeah, know I stand tall
Huh, if they playin' with the Mobb
Yeah, and I'm getting in her jaw
Boy stand on business, that's the job
Yeah, I got heart on lock
Sometimes I really miss wock
****, I ain't fuckin' with the cops
I already smell it, I'm gon' pop
Yeah, come with me, you wanna ride?
Made it ****, 'cause I tried
Moshpit, I'm diving
Keep that shit on silent
My Glock pushin' outside, this like a trident
Told bruh they locked up, you gotta problem with me? Call my phone, dial it
Told buddy don't play with me, you call me, I get to wildin'
Locked down in a cell, ****, had a trial ****, went to court
Locked up down in a cell, ****, went before, time fly by
I was callin' all the brothers, asking them for help, "keep ya' head high"
Contacted my victims, on God, I was tryna bribe
Plea hearing on arraignments, keep your mouth closed, you ain't gotta lie
And I don't even listen to that rap cap, I was in the streets with that fye'
With the vamps, pullin' drive-by's
With the B', ****, high five
With the B', ****, get high
You know I put a switch on this nine
I'm bussin', why they say I'm tired?
In my head, goin' through my mind
Breakin' cars, you know how I'm drivin'
I'm hidin' 'cause these bitches spyin'
She'll do anything for a line
She'll do anything to get by
Huh, yeah
**** shot down
Mm, time running out
Huh, trap the whole pound
BabyLife, ****
Treat me like a child
Uh, big ass Glock
Huh, smoke him like Black & Mild
Yeah, know I stand tall
Huh, if they playin' with the Mobb
Yeah, and I'm getting in her jaw
Boy stand on business, that's the job
Yeah, I got heart on lock
Sometimes I really miss wock
****, I ain't fuckin' with the cops
I already smell it, I'm gon' pop
Written by: Glokk 40 Spaz