FRONTLINE lyrics

[Intro: KA$HDAMI]
(I would be there I could be— it's not cap, I swear)
Fbee
(f*ck)

[Verse 1: KA$HDAMI]
My n*ggas tryna hop out that van
I'm watchin' for opps everywhere that I am
[?] with my b*tch, I'm tapped in with the [?]
With that sh*t that you jackin', it's foo, needa disband
Walk in the club and I don't need a wristband
Plane just hit, I'ma make me a quick band
Damioso on a lick, it's a masterplan
Switch on the Glock, get to poppin' like frying pan
b*tch, I'm post up on that avenue
Got a Jewish plug and he stay out in Malibu
Boy, you only gon' shoot if you have to shoot
One phone call, I send some bullets after you
If you don't wipe your nose then I can't interact with you
b*tch, you keep talkin' sh*t and yo' name gon' be [?]
I'm finna drop this ho 'cause she keep givin' attitude
I'm on the frontline and I'm totin' my GAT too

[Verse 2: baby evil]
b*tch, you know what the f*ck goin' on, n*gga, big 5
(That's them!)
Just brought a Glock wit' a beam in this b*tch
You can't gеt in the ride if you don't got a switch
Throw the work off, n*gga, I gotta pitch
Cap in yo' rap, n*gga, you got mе sick
Call Smoke, he pop out with a Glick
Seven clips, now I feel like Mike Vick
Thought he had Wock' but he got his ass Tris
Too many Glocks in the 5% tint
Thought he had Percs but I gave his ass mints
Rap n*gga, I do not read no comments
I shoot at the crowd, n*gga, ladies and gents (Hrrt)
But them n*ggas shouldn't've been lackin'
b*tch, I'm on the block, n*gga, pistol-packin'
You not from that hood, what the f*ck is you jackin'?
[Verse 3: Glokk40Spaz & baby evil]
Mm, BL (Young n*gga, what the f*ck is you jackin'?)
(Hrrt)
BL, yeah
b*tch, I'm gettin' that vibe that you wanna hang with a BabyLife vamp
b*tch, don't try this damn exotic, b*tch, you know I'm smokin' top-shelf
On B-Whoa, stop it, b*tch
You know that I shoot the Glock better than anyone else (No cap)
Why these pus*y-ass n*ggas wan' be BL?
Caught my opp in traffic, shot at his ass, that boy stale
b*tch said, "B-Whoa, you trippin'"
b*tch, look in my eyes and tell me if I care
Up yo' fire, I'm lookin' at ya, boy I double-date
Rip the plug off just like a old sweater
Shooter flip sh*t, he got a beer belly
12 wanna lock the damn gang up, they find paraphernalia
Don't play wit' this mob sh*t, I'm tellin' ya
Hmm, that hyping ya gang up talkin' 'bout ya got guns, b*tch, barely, huh
Switch up the car and make that boy sh*t, just like that boy can't eat dairy (Huh)
Caught my opp lackin', I let that b*tch rip, n*gga, all my opps scary
I'll need DK and the AK on the expressway
That's my b*tch, f*ck n*gga, she the bae
Servin' combos, shot, Chick-fil-A
Mm, b*tch, you can f*ck some of 'em
I don't do the date
They don't want sum' with the mob, everybody straight (No cap)
On BabyLife sh*t, Lil EBG take that Glock on a playdate
Ain't gon' lie, I can't trip
We ain't catch him but his man got flipped
I ain't gon' lie, if I gotta catch his man, huh
I gotta catch my mans and shoot him
All my opps some b*tches, they call me a simp
I get mad, I bring that stick
I'm a vampire but I go apesh*t
On the run with a suit, BL Spazwick
All these b*tch ass n*ggas get ate like soup
Drawin' balls out that coupe
I'm on house arrest, lil' Glokk ain't gotta do sh*t, I just call up my troop (Lil' Glokk, lil' Glokk)