Lethal lyrics

[Intro]
(PO$$E)
Brr
Vamps, n*gga, hm
You ain’t talking 'bout Glocks, you ain’t talking 'bout nothin’, n*gga
Brr, Gang (PO$$E)

[Verse 1: Glokk40Spaz]
Babylife lifestyle, this ain’t no 9 to 3
Young n*gga steppin’, put you on a tee
Stomp a f*ck n*gga out, blood on my feet
Kel-Tec on him, he on the concrete
The sound of Glokk40, them boys hit the feet
Draco on me, man, them boys got deleted
Youngin' pull up, give a f*ck what you tweeting
Shoot out the coupe, I don’t f*ck with two seaters
He think that he cold so we pull out the heater
Babylife vampire, know we some creatures
Triple cross a f*ck n*gga, give a f*ck 'bout your features
They say you a plate, then boy how 'bout I eat ya’
You f*ckin’ that ho, I don’t think she a keeper
Play with this sh*t, you gon’ meet the Grim Reaper
He a wanna-be gangsta’, don’t let him mislead you
Come to yo’ block four-deep like the Beatles
He think that he shot, he get poked by the needle
Trap with the Mexican, hang ‘round the migo
Extended clip on the gun shoot like the regal
The ho for the swoop, she get scooped by the eagle
My n*gga stop buckin', pull out desert eagle
Don’t play with the mobb, f*cker, this sh*t lethal
Babylife vampire, n*gga mistreat ya’
Just like the Klan, we don’t f*ck with no n*ggas
Home invasion, pus*y boy, this a stick-up
Young n*gga dolo, hell nah, we can’t clique up
Shawty 'nem beat ya' ass then pick ya’ chin up
Almost shot him, but that boy want a flick up
We just gon’ scare ya’ ass and give ya hiccups
[Verse 2: Velly]
Lil Velly always keep the motherf*ckin’ stick up
Babylife n*gga, ain’t no f*ckin' clique up
I'm in the motherf*ckin’ whip and we sticked up
Hop out the sprinter van, windows tinted up
We havin’ guns, n*gga, ain’t no flippin’ us
One in the head, n*gga, ain’t no slippin’ up
FN bullets, bet you, we gon' steel you up