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[Intro: Glokk40Spaz] Whoa, Whoa Baby Whoa (Baby Whoa, Baby Whoa, Baby Whoa, Baby Whoa) (Baby Whoa, Baby Whoa, Baby Whoa, Baby Whoa) (Chapo) [Chorus: OsamaSon] I'm with Baby Woah and we countin' up bankroll Let-lettin' off shots from the Kel, five-six make your face go Slime knock you off for mail, all we get is queso Nigga know we can't fail, we gon' beat that, yeah [Verse 1: OsamaSon] We gon' beat that, huh Yeah, I don't think you mean that I'm whippin' the mean 'Cat Got a bad bougie bitch with her mean ass Pissin' out Tris, I don't lean back Whip the Trackhawk, make 'em lean back I was just countin' up mean bags Hundreds, fifties, count up hundreds, fifties, yeah I don't know who fuckin' with me, but I got my Glock tucked, yeah, yeah They just hit the spot, tell a ho I'm not there, yeah We got more shots than a free throw Big, big-ass spot full of freak hoes More cash than a casino P-pop that shit for the free, though [Refrain: Glokk40Spaz] Sleep with that bitch on the pillow Roll that boy like armadillo Pour the Wock' up and they sippin' on purple Glock hit 'em and burn 'em Boy, I ain't never been nervous I'm off the Perky, I don't know which one you workin' Lil' Glokk hit that lick, yeah, took the ski mask off, turban Sleep with that bitch on the pillow Roll that boy like armadillo Pour the Wock' up and they sippin' on purple Glock hit 'em and burn 'em Boy, I ain't never been nervous I'm off the Perky, I don't know which one you workin' Lil' Glokk hit that lick, yeah, took the ski mask off, turban [Verse 2: Glokk40Spaz] I'm totin' big-ass Glock with the gang and they know I don't live right Nigga keep talkin' that goddamn gang shit, know I'ma pop mine My last pistol that done sold, that ho was the size of a Glock 9 Yeah, and, buddy, I know that you fuckin' told, can't be 'round me, nigga, stop lying Mafioso, so that's two times, 7.62, fuckin' headline 5.56 got hangtime, bust 'em right now, you hear some gun sounds, huh Nigga ain't havin' no real damn Perc' or shot with the Mobb I just dropped Don't Get Took Off 3 and robbed the plug out his car Boy, stop actin' like you like me, boy, your bitch ass soft And this a eight-hundred dollar 'fit that I got on and this shit cost Half-a-band slides on my goddamn feet when I walk, all I do is just talk (On God) Caught that boy slippin' in Atlanta, he thought it was sweet, his ass get white chalked (Chalked, uh) It's the mob, Baby Life, SRT, he on the wrong block Huh, I'm cleanin' the glass, why this shit jam? It's Glock I won't go for nothin' (Nothin'), Oso stick got a stock, huh (On God) Nigga ain't did nothin' to me, huh, all this cap shit gotta stop Bitch keep lookin' at my phone, huh, know I gotta keep this shit locked [Chorus: OsamaSon] I'm with Baby Woah and we countin' up bankroll Let-lettin' off shots from the Kel, five-six make your face go Slime knock you off for mail, all we get is queso Nigga know we can't fail, we gon' beat that, yeah I'm with Baby Woah and we countin' up bankroll Let-lettin' off shots from the Kel, five-six make your face go Slime knock you off for mail, all we get is queso Nigga know we can't fail, we gon' beat that, yeah