Key Loc

I got a Glock 17 and a whole Gen 5, but it got G flex hard

I know a nigga that say you guys want shots when off, he live here, homie

Call make murder to put on the boss, on the back of my Glock, shoot a murder like scum

This guy ain't walkin' apart, I throw back the yard, she throwin' her ass all on me

I got P.B. on my chest and that big nigga hard, she flirtin', I know that she want me

P.P. said put the bitch on your home, and that boy lookin' hard, but I know he don't want me

I ain't doin' no house, such a photo opponent, just send me to drop you hard, to be honest

This guy ain't doin' no ran before I do this shit, just sayin' you T.T. belong

When I say I ain't T.T. belong, if I can't find a nigga I want, then I get to the home

Now the fifth boss dip in the corner, can't go to no park

These niggas move like some dumbest, boss a man, think it's funny

Move wrong, I'm a slumber, how about the cops, we didn't run no dunk

I can break out the fifth, I'm really gettin' money

I can break out a T, a jet to pop, I fuck the one, she say I'm cocky

Keep on your club, won't screw the mob, M-5 from the back, goin' hard, no stock

I came to score, I ain't come to call her, you cuff-n-hole, she for my bro, real evil

Ain't need love, go for anything, you nigga boss

These niggas be bossin', he a lollipop, he a sucker

Wanna fuck me, got it for my bros, smoke, I ain't the part, you an arcade truck, I'm with her

Ain't got no momentum to the back, nobody can't have speed on flex

See her playin', I'ma hop in that map, but she wanna jump out the rack

She jump in your window, come out that low, he say he gon' kill me, he mad about the hoes

Don't leave her around, but you know I'm a scone

I don't even wanna fuck, make me look through

She like ten shots, ain't got the drive in the boat

It's the moon, we goin', I'm screamin', let's go

Bringin' the sketch, just hop in and goin'

And I'm not a rapper, so watch your approach

I heard what you said, the boy, you a hoe

Get caught up in Travis, she drugged up the dope

This is why I buy the sketch, you see the six cats

We went to talk with the flag, won't shoot like it, like I sprayin' on a nigga, what you think, I'm a hoe?