Muzzle

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, yeah (Ain't talkin bout Glokk, you ain't talkin bout nothing) (Fuck) (Ain't talkin bout Glokk, you ain't talkin bout nothing) (Chapo) You know what I'm sayin' (Yuh, gang) [Verse] Nigga not stuntin' on shit that you talm' bout Hellcat, Trackhawk, in the skreet, fuck nigga, flip sum' Lil Ki with G30, tryna catch one We just gonna push up on a nigga, don't say nothing Shoot a nigga, far with the Glock like a AND1 Had to switch the BIN and the IP on the damn Samsung Kick 'em out the gang, man nigga got abandoned Switched on the gang, call the nigga bandwagon Four Glocks with me, they my brothers like I'm Jackson DistroKid pay, I buy everything at PacSun Saks Fifth, spent five hundred on glasses Got all my guns, Im just telling you, these motherfuckas ratchet Nigga fye stolen got zipped, know I stretch it All my Glocks got dick, but these hoes not faggot All my Glocks gon' hit, so nigga just try it All my hoes get fucked by thе squad, no lie And he think that he psychеd, cause he got a new fye These niggas gettin spared like a tire on bikes Gotta go get a new Glock from a crash dummy man, then go hit the stripe Send my partner just to fuck up his life I sent him that lo', cause you know it sound right H3llboy, go with me man you know the real right King 30 out here, stealin niggas bodies Kilo and Alveda shoot a tat off a fuck nigga face Chop off his wrists if he think that he tryna put me in handcuff, ion fuck with them, I don't fuck with the jakes We ain't good in yo' hood, you ain't good on yo' fate Me and King 30 tote the god damn Draco back at Crystal Lake Shotgun on me, got an MP5 ready to blow 'em Get on his ass like a joke, we ain't jokin Last year lil' Glokk robbed two plugs, they used to trap at Panola AK on me, hit 'em wit the cold shoulder Me and BabySolid use stripe for this compact G19 with a tritium sight Huh, he a fake OSO, he the look-alike You gon' get left if you don't get right [Refrain] Pull out that Glock, nigga we don't fair fight I put a dick on the Glock, it's a drag, not a dyke I put a muzzle on this .48, but it's still gon' bite I got two Glocks in my damn jeans Boy, you better pop some fuck nigga, get right Fuck nigga, stop all that teasing Talkin' 'bout the vamp, he a daytime nigga, pop out at night [Refrain] Pull out that Glock, nigga we don't fair fight I put a dick on the Glock, it's a drag, not a dyke I put a muzzle on this .48, but it's still gon' bite I got two Glocks in my damn jeans Boy, you better pop some fuck nigga, get right Fuck nigga, stop all that teasing Talkin' 'bout the vamp, he a daytime nigga, pop out at night Fuck nigga ain't gon' be breathing