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[Intro: Burna Bandz] S.O.S, Wass gang [Chorus: Burna Bandz] Glock thirty wit' the double stack clip He don't want it wit' my team yeah we get active Fifty on my wrist, fifty in my glizz' Pop a perc I might take a trip He ain't gon' make the medic when we hit him up It's D.O.A four clips we finna make a cinema Lotta shooters in the cut he can never make the cut Yeah my niggas in the field, no down set hut Hunnid plus I ran it up Real rap can't make this up [Verse 1: GD] It's that real life shit man I couldn't make it up Crodie caught him while he sleepin' Friends couldn't wake him up We really on niggas blocks And niggas birds thеy gon' duck You don't wanna see my lil' crodie Burna in the cut 'Cause hе gon' slide like a puck Bang it right and hit him up Big body no truck we slide again like twenty-one Ballin' like twenty-three give my last to crodies Glizzy got a fifty it's just called a thirty Lame niggas wanna bang these niggas learnin' Like when the stove top hot leave it burnin' Headshot, yo' face open like curtain These niggas don't want no smoke they allergic [?] gettin' cancer fool Fifth roarin' like a lion bullets prance at you Every nigga in the cut up a pack or two Bitch, we'll pack a two Neck like a strip club diamonds, yeah they dance wit' you [Chorus: Burna Bandz] Glock thirty wit' the double stack clip He don't want it wit' my team yeah we get active Fifty on my wrist, fifty in my glizz' Pop a perc I might take a trip He ain't gon' make the medic when we hit him up It's D.O.A four clips we finna make a cinema Lotta shooters in the cut he can never make the cut Yeah my niggas in the field, no down set hut Hunnid plus I ran it up Real rap can't make this up [Verse 2: Burna Bandz] Forty-one on my wrist Forty-five on my hip Chase a sack like a blitz Cartier frames yeah that a couple bands for the tints Yeah I came up off a brick And I ain't fell off ever since Glizzy auto when it spins Yeah we jumpin' out the whip Bullets got no names on 'em So you better grab yo' kids Lose yo' life in just a blink Diamonds bussin' make them squint Niggas givin' feds hints Money on yo' head Slide on you and cro gon' spilt the hit I keep the killers 'round me So you know nigga I never worry Number thirty home just came to a brand new Jeep Like who the fuck got these niggas gassed up like Kirby Watch his soul leave his body fly away like a birdy Ice on me just like a slurpee That's why your bitch wanna slurp me Lost my niggas and it hurt me Two-time gang and you know bro steady lurkin' Two-time gotta hold this thirty Bullets make him do a burpee Bullets hot a nigga jerky [Chorus: Burna Bandz] Glock thirty wit' the double stack clip He don't want it wit' my team yeah we get active Fifty on my wrist, fifty in my glizz' Pop a perc I might take a trip He ain't gon' make the medic when we hit him up It's D.O.A four clips we finna make a cinema Lotta shooters in the cut he can never make the cut Yeah my niggas in the field, no down set hut Hunnid plus I ran it up Real rap can't make this up