Indigo lyrics

[Intro]
They call me a Rottweiler n*gga might bite your ass
Might have to put me down cause I'm tweaking with a 30 mag
We beat your boyfriend's ass, Michael Jackson "Bad"
They call me an animal, get off on the police in a new Jag
We don’t drink no Danimals, monkey nuts on the new gat
We might handle hoe for yo partna get jacked
This Glock indigo─
Huh (Mob sh*t)
Yeah

[Verse]
I took, I took, I took the plug off before I was 15
Im baby life Spaz how the f*ck you blitz me?
I can't hang with no fake gangster that ain't me
Be with real gun popper that's on me
Treat me like the dondada im eighteen
Driving in that Impala on your street
Only f*ck on top dollar f*ck you mean?
They call me a Rottweiler n*gga might bite your ass
Might have to put me down cause I'm tweaking with a 30 mag
We beat your boyfriend's ass, Michael Jackson "Bad"
They call me an animal, get off on the police in a new Jag
We don’t drink no Danimals, monkey nuts on this new gat
We might handle hoe for yo partna get jacked
The Glock indigo put different colors on strap
You not reppin here you can not come to the trap
Take em through the swamp, give a f*ck bout these rap
n*gga go out bad yea only f*ck on nats
n*gga this on bill, I almost shot gnat
n*gga we can’t see them n*gga, imagine that
When I was locked up popped n*gga's off, n*gga this no cap
When I was locked up b*tch I'm with the mob get your ass wrapped
When I'm with Kilo he take the plug off with akimbo
I ate noodles for breakfast when I was locked up in December
Might as well shoot him we were born a sinner
I knock you off you got the wrong n*gga
n*gga this the mob you better have no issue
Wipe n*gga nose he really need some tissue
Five really cold bullet gave him blister
Stunna f*cked yo’ mama, Kilo f*cked yo’ sister
n*gga ain't playin they ain't wanna hit a n*gga I'm just sayin
n*gga I'm just sayin one hit quick
n*gga I'm just sayin caught that boy, flip em him
Size of the stick made that boy quiver
Avatar bullet got the air bender
n*gga ain't on nothin, try me and we gon get him
Don't ask to see my Glock, the bih pretty, the bih indigo
He play with GF, in a rabbit hole
All my Glocks b*tches but don’t call em hoes
We washed the n*gga out, just like some clothes
All the soldiers shoot the 5 with no hope
Joker on my neck, but n*gga this ain’t jokes
BL and GF, I don’t hang with folks