1 Stop Shop

Lyrics

[Intro: Glokk40Spaz] Two Glocks, two Glocks, two Glocks Run down on em, Run down on em' nigga [Verse 1: Glokk40Spaz] One down, run down, hunnid round, gun sounds Come to ya trap, hrr hrr, take out your pistols, hrr hrr This shit confidential nigga, he act like the middle man get him He talk to the jakes, we gon' kill him The 556 bullet gon' kill him lil nigga [Verse 2: Lil EBG] These 30s gon' fill him up nigga Hell yeah we can't give no fuck, gettin right witcha Hop outta the dually truck trap [?] I wrapped it up, told my brother how to seal it I heard ya brother far away from the city 1 Stop Shop, come to the damn trenches [Verse 3: Glokk40Spaz] Hunnid sum shots, how the fuck I'm gon' miss ya? This baby life shit, man do not take that risk boy Play with that shit we gon cut off your wrist boy Huh, smoking dead opps, y'all ain't making no noise Real block life, 13, ain't playin with no toys Choppas and sticks, pull off with his Rolls Royce Hrttrl, hrrtl Make him give that shit up, he ain't have no choice [Verse 4: Lil EBG] I was just 12 years old, I ain't had no choice Had to take a nigga through the out life no remorse Beat a nigga ass while my bitch beat his hoe Baby life vamp, now I rock Dior Shit get crazy at the corner store And my brother told me take him off, ain't a hoe [Verse 5: Glokk40Spaz] Know he ain't a hoe, caught a blitz then we on go Shot the deuce tre had the cops at the corner store Everybody dead in the land like it's Coco Beat a nigga ass then I take him like it's Saints Row Thought I was just walkin' by myself, I ain't dolo You ain't pushing to the damn dot, you a real hoe bro [Verse 6: Lil EBG] Opps just chased pack through out the shell toe Young nigga send a pack through the damn mail bro Hopped out tone goin in through the backdoor [Verse 7: Glokk40Spaz] You don't got no pistols nigga This shit confidential nigga, I would help them boys out but them boys not my gang Baby life solid gang shit, 438 I walk out the bank you see nothing but blue face Took the cop through the swamp on a high speed chase Getting robbed like a kick door to the face You ain't finna take none (Take none) Man, they know Glokk40 got a dick on his gun I'ma insane nigga, you must got the wrong one Said you was a top shooter, you ain't pull out your gun Man these niggas cooked noodles, got they whole block spun We don't do the damn poodles, only pitbulls bruh Two Glocks, I'ma let that bitch pop Oh you want a Glock? Push up to the one stop shop Having too much drip, y'all gon' need a damn mop Yopstick in the car, everybody gon' pop Locksmith in yo car, left that bitch unlocked Fuck yo bitch, tell that hoe kick rocks Slide up in yo block, TikTok My pockets fat like Rick Ross