Minion lyrics

[Intro]
(Ok is the hardest, I swear to god)
No cap, that’s a new tag?
Okay, I f*ck with it
(We gone be okay)

[Verse]
Yeah, pour a 4 of wock, Lil' Glokk, I’m moving slow as f*ck
b*tch can’t come if she ain’t got friends, and she ain’t finna f*ck all of us
My brothers got a stolen Glock, got a some money just to double up
Came back from the scrap with 15, you know I had ran that sh*t up
He talkin bout the gang know he in trouble with us
She f*ck on the gang no rebuttal with us
Whoa, let them shots fly, you know them boy duck
n*gga get scared f*ck they run they mouth they suckers, yeah, huh
n*gga I shot his ass but he ain’t die boy he lucky
Huh, yeah, look at the size of the 7.62 it’ll bust your muffin
Look at the size of the 5.56 we ain’t running from nothing
Told whoa, when I get outta jail ima pop him don’t even touch him
He knew before he played with the band it’ll come with repercussions
These 9 millimeter fill his ass just like stuffing
Know if I put it on the mob or GL that lil glokk ain’t bluffing
I put a switch on the gen 5 this hoe be bussin
It’s 3 of us but she only wanna f*ck 2 that sh*t ain’t gon cut it
That hoe for the swoop you know i gotta dub it
Yeah, It’s whatever wit' your gang y’all boys be dropping dead like wild animals
Capo Lo said “eat that plate”, you know they dead I eat em like cannibal
Hop out with the Glock and I’m creeping around like Annabelle
These n*ggas be telling on me and I’ll never tell
They be leeching on me and I never cared
Never run from the smoke I was always there
Frontline with the stick n*gga gon blow
Get on that boy ass n*gga wasn’t talking bout no joke
n*gga talm bout the mob his ass get smoke just like a pole
These n*ggas they lame as f*ck they can’t hang out like ropes
Know we move that sh*t like dope
J on the east side still love coke
And DK and vampires still loc
I got n*ggas that be shooting sh*t can’t be seen on camera
You will never know, huh, all these b*tches on go, huh
You think you got your b*tch on lock I bet your b*tch gon go
Oh b*tch you think your boyfriend hot, you know we gon pop at his fro, These n*ggas they get crossed out, Lil' Glokk done wrote the death note
These n*ggas they so pus*y and they get washed out just like soap
n*gga it is what it is
Huh, I walked outta jail n*gga I wish
Damn boy, 'round fish bowl they car get flipped
Take him through the swamp, like lil b*tch, look at my drip
I’m gon catch his ass and pop him, n*gga I’m not picky
Yeah, I like the regular draco but that micro minion
I mean n*gga I f*ck with your gang but n*gga my gang killing
[Outro]
BL, 4L
Vampire, take your ass through the swamp Free lil BJ, free King 30, free Ju Glizzy, free all the whoa's, free Don [?], free Sumo