Critical lyrics

[Intro: Glokk40Spaz]
Ya, huh
Babylife, hm
Spaz, hm, Spaz
Gang, hm, hm

[Verse 1: Glokk40Spaz & Go.unna]
Play with this sh*t then this sh*t gon' get physical
Baby Life steppas, they ready get rid of you
Keep talking hot, boy, yo mom gon' be missing you
Take all his sh*t, we only take Ws
Run your ass down, hell nah, we don't f*ck with you
Young n*gga popped a Perc', I ain't even comfortable
Tellin', ya b*tch ate the di*k up like Lunchable
Walk in the bank then I walk out with pockets full
Young n*gga crashing out, n*gga, boy, you the fool
Junkie come to the trap, they love dog food
Junkie come back to the trap 'cause they want it
Serve the whole block then re-up in the mornin'
Hunnids on hunnids, we uppin' on choneys
He got the set, then we up on your homie
Stock on the stick, tote that sh*t by my lonely
Buddy said I ain't on sh*t, then come hold me
Eastside, I'm with them .6s, I'm rolling
Find out lil' buddy a snitch, we gon' roll 'em
Back-to-back kicking this sh*t then keep going
Got you, gon' repost the mix and keep going
Huh, yeah, EBG sh*t, man, that money keep flowing
Take his ass off, like, lil' bro, what you toting? (Hrr)
We ain't like them pus*y n*gga, we ain't folding
I walk with the AK on my right shoulder
We know that he snitching, might just have to roll him
Just like my bankroll we leave that n*gga rolling
She like my new whip, this motherf*cker stolen
.223 hit his neck, that motherf*cker choke him
I'm all in this sh*t, I ain't talking poker
Shoot your sh*t up, give a f*ck who your folks is
Pull out that .22, you ain't gon' blow sh*t
Yeah, yeah, you ain't gon' blow not nun
How many bodies you shot? Not one
Baby life sh*t, n*gga, come get some
[?], n*gga, sh*t A1
Pull out that stick, n*gga, sh*t, they run
Never get caught, I'ma live with that gun
Hell nah, they read off the numbers, you trippin'
Play with this sh*t, he gon' miss
Catch his ass, left yellow tape where he standin'
Cut the b*tch off 'cause she got too demandin'
She love a young n*gga with motion I'm having
This Baby Life play with this sh*t, it get tragic
Glokk got the pills for the potion
No, I can't front, you gon' f*ck up the motion
Harringston park, tote the Glock with no holster
Post up with the cinco, my n*gga got Draco
That f*cking Kriss Vector it'll bust your potato
I'm still young Pablo, don't call me Diego
Shoot you in your face, it get bent like a blitzo
Drop down with the stick, I ain't pick up no pencil
It's a hunnid round drum in this b*tch, leave you mental
We hit a lil' lick, and this sh*t exponential
Pull out the choppa, don't do fundamentals
Get the f*ck out the trap, can't pay yo' rent, ho
Pillow talk to the b*tch, you got me bent, bro
Only Safe One, I'm the real Oso
Glock .23, they gon' take your soul
Oh, pus*y ass n*gga, you get no hunchos
[Verse 2: BabySolid]
EBG got sticks like G.I. Joe
Don't play with this sh*t, you gonna get rolled
This Baby Life sh*t, we taking your hoe
Them killers gon' run in your home
My gang got my back like a bone
f*ck n*gga, what is you on?
The Glock came with two-tone
And these Glocks got di*ks but no hormones
We sent his ass up like a drone
Finna slide on the opps, gotta cut off my phone
Bring the wrap with the plug, get it in, get it gone
Everyday Band Gang got sticks, trombone
Put you in the grave, f*ck up the tombstone
Can't come to my hood, it's a no-fly zone
We spin on the opps like a f*cking cyclone
That b*tch, she a thot, gonna give me deepthroat
The Draco, the .9, don't know what to tote
Baby Life vampire, real cutthroat
I'm in the hood with a stick in my trench coat
Hit with the fire, watch him fold like an envelope
And we got the sticks like an antelope
I'm hopping the fence like a jump rope
Boys on the roof with a telescope
Knock down your door like a domino
Got a bad b*tch like I'm Romeo
Hooligan rip through your chromosomes
Chop with the rope, Chris Jericho
Jumped down with the stick like Picasso
Shooter pull up in the poncho
Making sh*t clap like I'm Bravo
Drunk as the f*ck, I poured a whole bottle
I pulled a trump card like the f*cking boy Donald
Them boys talking sh*t, make a f*ck n*gga gobble
They know what I'm on, man, this sh*t'll get hostile
And I'm in her mouth like some muhf*ckin' tonsils
That b*tch suck di*k and swallow
Gun him down
Went to your block, got hunnid rounds
Got called up, he out of bounds
Dead opp, 3.5, I'm breaking down
We'll turn your block into a ghost town
Real vampires so I f*ck with the bloodhounds
I'm on that block all day till the sun down
He think he tough, gon' feel this gunpowder
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby Life