"Muzzle" lyrics
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)
Nigga not stuntin' on shit that you talkin' 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 the squad, no lie
And he think that he psyched, 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 used to strike for that compact G19 with a trident sight
Huh, he the fake OSO, he the look-alike
You gon' get left if you don't get right
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 demon, pop out at night
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 demon, pop out at night
Fuck nigga ain't gon' be breathing
(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)
Nigga not stuntin' on shit that you talkin' 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 the squad, no lie
And he think that he psyched, 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 used to strike for that compact G19 with a trident sight
Huh, he the fake OSO, he the look-alike
You gon' get left if you don't get right
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 demon, pop out at night
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 demon, pop out at night
Fuck nigga ain't gon' be breathing
