Barefoot lyrics

[Intro]
n*ggas talkin' 'bout they steppin' man
Leave one of you b*tch ass n*gga barefoot
Yeah, n*gga take your steppin' shoes n*gga
Hang them b*tches on a f*ckin' powerline n*gga
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: TG Kommas]
It's switches on them Glocks
We really keep them mops
These b*tches be the opps
They really sendin' drops
Now your dog kinda famous
We put that b*tch on Fox
When they found his body yea
He was out his socks off
Barefoot, Draco hit a n*gga in his sh*t, now he barefoot
Thought that pus*y n*gga was a steppa, now he barefoot
40 hit 'em in his top, I don't know how his hair look
Yellow tape on pus*y n*gga, left his ass barefoot

[Verse 1: TG Kommas]
Choppa break his face, [?] bring out the yellow tape
I was taught to never save a n*gga, them 7.62's save the day
Got 'bout fifty racks stuff in the safe
As long we got them sticks, they never say [?]
Pray my n*ggas to beat them cases
I'm totin' this Glock, it ain't got no safety
Lost my mind ever since I signed that deal
It just be nothin' but hating
pus*y n*ggas, always on my di*k, I guess they mad I made it
f*ck that side, n*gga catch you playin' both sides you gettin' decapitated
sh*t so real n*gga, catch you with yo baby, we'll probly' stretch yo baby
With my gangsta, n*gga ain't doin' no fightin', like f*ck your confrontation
Get the drop, lay on a n*gga spot, till we get the confirmation
We opp shoppin', put a four three in the bag, that's a compilation
40 Glock, switcher 'round the K the perfect combination
[Chorus: TG Kommas]
It's switches on them Glocks
We really keep them mops
These b*tches be the opps
They really sendin' drops
Now your dog kinda famous
We put that b*tch on Fox
When they found his body yea
He was out his socks off
Barefoot, Draco hit a n*gga in his sh*t, now he barefoot
Thought that pus*y n*gga was a steppa, now he barefoot
40 hit 'em in his top, I don't know how his hair look
Yellow tape on pus*y n*gga, left his ass barefoot

[Verse 2: Fredo Bang]
[?] on percolate
I might wake out in his team
Catch a n*gga at the cornerstore
If I miss, I'm comin' back again
I just pick my rental up, gas it up and I'm hoppin' in
They know I'on give a f*ck
I'll turn us in back up again
Choppa with a switch, he need some help, he better call a friend
Man down in the hood, he wanna limp, he better call it in
These n*ggas know it ain't safe to post outside, they better take it in
He was talkin' sh*t, they hit his face, now he can barely grin
(Fah, fah)
If he ain't 30 deep up in the city, he ain't poppin' out
Choppa take his legs, I gotta bag if he walk it out
I be in 'em trenches with them G's, I brought them Kommas out
He was talkin' gangsta, put that iron, he by his mama house
[Chorus: TG Kommas]
It's switches on them Glocks
We really keep them mops
These b*tches be the opps
They really sendin' drops
Now your dog kinda famous
We put that b*tch on Fox
When they found his body yea
He was out his socks off
Barefoot, Draco hit a n*gga in his sh*t, now he barefoot
Thought that pus*y n*gga was a steppa, now he barefoot
40 hit 'em in his top, I don't know how his hair look
Yellow tape on pus*y n*gga, left his ass barefoot

[Outro]
Yea man I'm talkin' 'bout all facts n*gga
We gon' leave one of you b*tch ass n*gga barefoot
Naked, dead and so what you know, can't breathe man
Know what I'm sayin'?
Take all the f*ckin' life out your badass n*gga, spit in your casket