GLOCC-COMA

Lyrics

[Intro: DUSTY LOCANE & 3Kizzy] Did that shit to yourself Know you wit' the gang (You're gonna need some water for this one) Rrrr, Rrrr Double M, Double M Fever! Look, look [Chorus: 3Kizzy] New Hellcat, I push the motor Lil' baddie told me control her And I'm still uppin' the flame, and tuckin' that thing, we throw the hands, Geronimo It's over, it's over, .40-cal Glocc-coma Talk on the gang, nigga, we expose you They like, "3Kizzy, yeah, run 'em over" These bitches be runnin', and trippin', and talkin', and slippin', but I ain't never gon' chase 'em And me, I been runnin' the businеss and talkin' in digits like I ain't never need a trainеr He a troll, he a fake, fuck the pigs and the Jakes [?] sum'n like the Grim Reaper, then we cut the lights [?] [Verse 1: 3Kizzy] Score from deep like I play for the Lakers Free Ralo, free Young 30 Real risk takers, Ralo is flippin' the pages Niggas soften up, I ain't race all the hatin' Oh, they run down, think it's sweet? New—(click) came wit' the laser Niggas think they gon' get me? Shot through the wall like shit is the Matrix Don't talk on gang, 5.7 through his brain, look like spaghetti lo mein Niggas just do this for fame, I do this for Benji's and blues in the face When you talk on the five, you know that we tact' Niggas be talkin', we know that they rat Call up Locane, we blitz through the back Pistol, FN, he get [?] in the trap Niggas know 3Kizzy, man on a mission Any situation, I'm uppin' and clickin' Roll through the hood, totin' on a Smith'n Niggas know the gang, niggas know the business Mama told me, "Stay safe," boy, you know a nigga not trippin' 'cause she know I'm dangerous Rollin' down our one way, let a gun play, know my shooter killers outrageous [Chorus: 3Kizzy] New Hellcat, I push the motor Lil' baddie told me control her And I'm still uppin' the flame, and tuckin' that thing, we throw the hands, Geronimo It's over, it's over, .40-cal Glocc-coma Talk on the gang, nigga, we expose you They like, "3Kizzy, yeah, run 'em over" These bitches be runnin', and trippin', and talkin', and slippin', but I ain't never gon' chase 'em And me, I been runnin' the business and talkin' in digits like I ain't never need a trainer He a troll, he a fake, fuck the pigs and the Jakes [?] sum'n like the Grim Reaper, then we cut the lights [?] [Verse 2: DUSTY LOCANE] I can't jack these niggas, they be fake All up in a nigga face Tryna take food off my plate I was walkin' this race, had to pick up the pace If they put a bag on my head, you will never get paid I got killers that's juggin' and robbin' Outside, late night, they some goblins We gon' spin if we got the lo' .40 hit him, he strikin' a pole Pocket rocket, I'm gettin' up close Was frontin' on gang, now he gettin' exposed Nine millimeter, Kel-Tec That boy been in the dirt, where you been at? If we miss on a drill, then we spin back Extortin' the opps, had to milk that Glocc-coma, reach for the chain, lil' nigga, it's over Bad bitch, yeah, she mocha, bust down Cuban, put it in a choker Poker, poker, face while we on the stage He wanna play, send him to his grave, .40-cal took that boy away [Chorus: 3Kizzy] New Hellcat, I push the motor Lil' baddie told me control her And I'm still uppin' the flame, and tuckin' that thing, we throw the hands, Geronimo It's over, it's over, .40-cal Glocc-coma Talk on the gang, nigga, we expose you They like, "3Kizzy, yeah, run 'em over" These bitches be runnin', and trippin', and talkin', and slippin', but I ain't never gon' chase 'em And me, I been runnin' the business and talkin' in digits like I ain't never need a trainer He a troll, he a fake, fuck the pigs and the Jakes [?] sum'n like the Grim Reaper, then we cut the lights [?]