Minion

Lyrics

[Intro] (ok is the hardest, I swear to god) No cap, that's a new tag? Okay, I fuck with it (We gon' be okay) [Verse] Yeah, poured a four of wock, Lil' Glokk, I'm moving slow as fuck, huh Bitch can't come if she ain't got friends, and she ain't finna fuck all of us My brother got a stolen Glock, got his money, it just doubled up, huh Came back from the scrap with fifty, you know I had ran that shit up, huh He talkin 'bout the gang, know he trouble with us She fuck on the gang, no rebuttal with us Woah, let them shots fly, you know them boy duck Nigga get scared, fuck, they run they mouth, they suckers, yeah, huh Nigga I shot his ass but he ain't die, boy he lucky, huh, yeah Look at the size of the 7.62, it'll bust your muffin Yeah, look at the size of the 5.56, we ain't running from nothing Told Whoa, when I get out of jail, I'm gon' pop him, don't even touch him He knew before he played with the band, it'll come with repercussions These .9 millimeter fill his ass up just like stuffing Know if I put it on the mob or GL that Lil' Glokk ain't bluffing I put a switch on the Gen5, this ho be bussin' It's three of us but she only wanna fuck two, that shit ain't gon' cut it That ho for the swoop, know I gotta dub it Yeah, It's whatever wit' y'all gang, y'all boys be dropping dead like wild animals Capo Lo said, "Eat that plate," you know they dead, I eat 'em like cannibal Hop out with the Glock and I'm creepin' like Annabelle These niggas be telling on me and I'll never tell They be leeching on me and I never cared Never run from the smoke, I was always there Frontline with the stick, nigga, gon' blow Get on that boy ass, nigga, we ain't talkin' 'bout no joke Nigga talkin' 'bout the mob, his ass get smoke just like a pole These niggas they lame as fuck, they can't hang out like ropes Know we move that shit like dope J on the east side still love coke In DeKalb, vampires still low (We gon' be okay) I got niggas that be shooting shit can't be seen on camera You will never know, huh, all these bitches on go, huh You think you got your bitch on lock? I bet your bitch gon' go Oh, bitch, you think your boyfriend hot? You know we gon' pop at his 'fro These niggas they get crossed out, Lil' Glokk done wrote the death note These niggas they so pussy and they get washed out just like soap Yeah, nigga, it is what it is Huh, I walked out the jail, nigga, I wish Damn boy, ride fish bowl, they car get flipped Take him through the swamp, like, "Lil' bitch, look at my drip," huh I'm gon' catch his ass and pop him, nigga, I'm not picky, huh Yeah, I like the regular Draco, but that micro minion I mean, nigga, I fuck with your gang, but nigga, my gang killin' [Outro] BL 4L Vampire Take your ass through the swamp Free Lil' BJ, free King 30, free Ju Glizzy Free all the Whoa's Free Don Wick, free Domo, free Don Hush (We gon' be okay)