No Español lyrics

[Intro]
(Wake up, F1LTHY)
Demon, demon time
(Chapo)
Vampire, yeah

[Verse 1]
I'm the Don, Capo lo' said call your Godfather
.30 clip hangin' out these damn joggers
This a jugg, the ho shoot shotty shells out the revolver
He trippin', we sit his ass down jus' to calm 'em
I be ready to go if your ass want a problem
I clip his lil b*tch ass up like a barber
I take everythin' that he got, leave him starvin'
She listenin' to this, and this sh*t go retarted
We wack that lil' boy, roll him up in that carpet
Slide on anything, I slide in the Range (Anything)
Why would I beef with that pus*y ass n*gga?, he ain't got no name (Namе)
I put a muzzle on that damn stick, but the ho' can't be tamеd
Stick his ass up, take off his Plain Jane
This sh*t not a movie, I f*ck Mary Jane
I backstab my brother, he tell like I'm Kane
I rap on this sh*t, don't do this for no fame, huh (No cap)
I do this for my brother in the project (Yeah)
I just hopped in the yo', I need silence
I just hopped in and go, I could care less
And we smoke so much gas in the air vent
I'm gon' f*ck that ho good, she a bad b*tch (Push up)
She’ll f*ck on this damn savage
I f*ck white b*tches and live lavish
Ion' wan' hear yo' mouth, stop that naggin'
They see BabyLife, them boys start to panic
I point this Glock at these n*ggas, them boys started flippin' like sh*t acrobatic
Young n*gga, but I'm still that ho daddy
Huh, No Español, you can't have it, huh
Tag on his toe, we gon' drag 'em, huh
The drop make me fly like a Dragon, huh
I'm on front line with that action
My name Glokk, n*gga, know I'm packin'
Rockstar life, n*gga, start the moshpit
Pull out that stick, um, by your fist
Got too much money, n*gga, I can't hear
I pop these Xans, n*gga, thinking 'bout taking they bands, n*gga
I pop these Xans, n*gga, I don't wanna be on no cam', n*gga
Hit 'em with the Glock on Smack CAM
And these n*ggas treat me like the bad man (Yah)
Yeah, I'll do 'em bad, but I'm not braggin' (Yah)
Glock in my pants, why my pants saggin' (Sag)
Yeah, and these n*ggas tryna get in the scuffle
Pull, I pull out that .9 millimeter, won't touch me
Pull out that nine, stab 'em out, take his duffle
Knife on the Drac', I pop out with a kutta, huh
Can't hang with that n*gga, he a sucker
I walk in the trap, bloody knuckle
I take the chip and they call that sh*t ruffle
Break they ass jus' like a chip, it wun nun', yeah
[Verse 2]
Real oso, with some young n*ggas (Yah)
Ready to slide, n*gga, 'bout my name, n*gga
'Bout my name, n*gga, it come pain, n*gga (Pain)
You my side b*tch, but I'm your main n*gga (Side)
Real Oso, I'm a grave digger, huh (Oso)
Baby Whoa, Brian Nichols (Baby Whoa)
Gotta go catch 'em flippin' (Gotta go)
Man this drac' shoot so God damn different (Different)
See the fire, then he slid like icicle
He won’t pick up his cell, I think that boy got sickle
He play with the mob, that boy stuck in a pickle
He play with the mob, he get ate like hot pickle
I counted the bread, walk his ass like four nickle
I'm a real demon, I got real issues
Aye I done whacked yo' son, where the f*ck them tissues?
Why the f*ck he in the street, he a walkin' lick
Me and Velly take the plug off with counterfeits (Plug)
That ain’t my b*tch, n*gga, you can have her
He switched on the band, call him "Bandwagon"
Everything not f*cked but this sh*t not average
Pour the Wock' in my cup, I'm tryna be f*cked up
Got two M's, Im tryna be up, up (Up)
Three bands, and I got the f*ck off (Yeah)