1 Stop Shop lyrics

[Intro: Glokk40Spaz]
Two Glocks, two Glocks, two Glocks
Run down on me, Run down on em' n*gga

[Verse 1: Glokk40Spaz]
Run down, run down, hunnid round, gun sounds
Come to the trap, hrr hrr, take out your pistols, hrr hrr
This sh*t confidential n*gga, he act like the middle man get him
He talk to the jake, we gon' kill him
These 556 bullets gon' kill him lil n*gga

[Verse 2: Lil EBG]
These 30s gon' feel him up n*gga
Hell yeah we can't give no f*cks, we ain't right witcha
Hop out with the glizzy [?] then seal it
I wrapped it up, told my brother had to seal it
I had to go far away from the city
1 Stop Shop, come to the damn trenches

[Verse 3: Glokk40Spaz]
Hunnid sum shots, how the f*ck we gon' miss you
This baby life sh*t, man do not take that risk boy
Play with this sh*t we gon cut off your wrist boy
Huh, smoking dead opps, ain't making no noise
Real block life, 13, ain't playin with no toys
Choppas and sticks, pull off with that Rolls Royce
Make him give that sh*t up, he ain't have no choice
[Verse 4: Lil EBG]
I was just 12 years old, I ain't had no choice
Had to take a n*gga through it, I don't like no remorse
Beat a n*gga ass in my [?]
Baby life vamp, now I want Dior
sh*t get crazy at the corner store
And my brother told me take him out, ain't a hoe

[Verse 5: Glokk40Spaz]
Know he ain't a hoe, caught a blitz then we all go
Shot the [?] had the cops at the corner store
Everybody dead in the land like it's Coco
Beat a n*gga ass then I take him like it's Saints Row
Thought I was just walkin' by myself, I ain't dolo
You ain't pushing to the damn dot, you a hoe bro

[Verse 6: Lil EBG]
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Young n*gga send a pack through the damn mail bro
Hoe don't [?] through the backdoor

[Verse 7: Glokk40Spaz]
You don't got no pistols n*gga
This sh*t confidential n*gga, I would help them boys out but them boys not my gang
Baby life solid gang sh*t, 438
I walk out the bank you see nothing but blue face
Took the cop through the swamp on a high speed chase
Getting robbed like a kick door to the face
You ain't finna take none (Take none)
Man, they know Glokk40 got a di*k on his gun
I'ma insane n*gga, you must got the wrong one
Said you was a top shooter, you ain't pull out your gun
Man these n*ggas Crip, n*ggas got they whole block spun
We don't do the damn poodles, only pitbulls bruh
Two Glocks, I'ma let that b*tch pop
Oh you want a Glock? Push up to the one stop shop
Having too much drip, leave a n*gga dead, mop
Yopstick in the car, everybody gon' pop
Locksmith in your corner, that b*tch unlocked
f*ck your b*tch, told that hoe kick rocks
Slide up on your block, TikTok
My pockets fat like Rick Ross