The High Table lyrics

[Intro]
Gang, yah, yah
What's glokkin' in this b*tch, n*gga
What the f*ck glokkin', n*gga
f*ck poppin', n*gga
Man, you talking 'bout what's poppin', n*gga, I said what's glokkin', n*gga, yah
This is a Glock 40, n*gga, yah

[Verse]
b*tch, I'm Lil Glokk 40 and I smile when I shoot
On my John Wick sh*t, grab my stick and my suit
Scoop the pressure out the backend, I need to throw it out the roof
Work the addy's in the back, I ship it in a parachute
Judge sent me to the swooper, hit Lil 40' with the boot
Pull them Glocks out, n*gga, we some real deal troops
I went back to my hood, took me back to my roots
Say you finna rob Spaz, n*gga, who the f*ck is you?
Got the Drac' in my hand, what you wanna do?
We got Glocks in our hands, what you wanna do?
n*ggas shooting at the trap, shoot back, fool
You don't wanna be the n*gga that got popped too
Break the arms off a n*gga like a statue
For these n*ggas hittin' juggs, showing tattoos
Man, that's how these pus*y n*ggas getting caught foo
Foe, that n*gga got hit by Lil Glokk goon
n*ggas thinking I'm a crash dummy til' I rob them
And I really was trapping in the back of the apartments
Shawty kicked me out the slot and had said I was heartless
Kilo passed over the fye, said "ready to pop this?"
And that boy wanted to hit 'cause he yellin' out "Die 6"
I'm an 1800 baby, I never deny sh*t
Cause like f*cking with Lil 40 like hitting the kill switch
Keep the 30 on my hip, I ain't never reveal sh*t
Run off with the n*gga pack, front door hot
If them n*ggas in my hood then you know that the bodies drop
If a n*gga want some smoke, better tell them n*ggas what's glokkin'
And she knowin' that Lil 40 get paper, shawty be ridin'
Yeah, I'm runnin' from the plug and the pus*y n*gga keep callin'
Me and Kilo in the trenches was servin' and car hopping
Drilling fye, selling pistols then I accidentally shot it
Then the judge hit my ass with that Grand Theft Auto
Yeah, I do them pus*y n*ggas down bad
If I call up EBG on yo ass
Know the whole damn gang gon' smash
1800 put 'em sticks on yo ass
Rah-rah, then they all gon' crash
Grab the pistol, give that sh*t to my mama
Don't nobody come around when 1800 got drama
Me and Velly got our sticks up just like Osama
Shawty thought I was a Crip cause I was hanging with Go.unna
Bring that pus*y n*gga to me, dead or alive
On the block with them killers, I don't never go inside
Knocked them boys out the trap, shouldn't f*ck with that lyin'
Boy, you better have my money when I see you next time
Why that G think he tough, hit that n*gga with the shine
GL4 Spaz, I'ma die for mine
And I been knew how to trap before I love my gang signs
This a dirty game, n*gga, you better choose the right side
When we put them Glocks out, pass the fye, it's knocked out
This a Baby Life, I get a pus*y n*gga knocked out
Had 'em 1800 babies all up in yo momma house
Carbine 15 with the drum, we really pull them sticks out
Ran off with that n*gga money then that n*gga flipped out
If we in the dice gang, get you n*ggas cracked out
Roll a 7 or 11 'til I get my chips out
Til' I get all of my money then the gang dip out
[Outro]
Yah, yah, yah, yah (Spaz)
Gang
Dun, dun, dun, dun