"Minion" lyrics
(Ok is the hardest, I swear to god)
No cap, that's a new tag?
Okay, I fuck with it
(We gon' be okay)
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'
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)
No cap, that's a new tag?
Okay, I fuck with it
(We gon' be okay)
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'
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)
Writer(s): Spaz Oso Angelo, Ok
