One Bad Dream

Yeah, talkin' 'bout Glokk, you ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
Talk on my Glock, you ta– huh
You ain't talkin' 'bout–
These niggas ain't talkin' 'bout Glokk, you ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
These niggas ain't talkin' 'bout Glokk, you ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
(Kat Lightning made it, ya dig?)

I know how it feel when they live in the trap house all by yourself
[?], we gon' wish 'em well
Gas in your bag, sauce 'em to me, I can smell
Who the hell is y'all niggas?
I came from that fuckin' block with them Dons, nigga
Yeah, my ex bad, but she broke and bitter
I'm, I'm finna spy, pull up with all them missiles
Dumbass, the fuck? I already told you don't kiss her, yeah
He is not a gangster, I can see his hands shakin', just pull the trigger
I got that fire on my waist, I'm a man, nigga, I ain't blow no whistle
I'm with a pretty freak bitch, yeah, I think she want me to nut all on her dimple
These niggas, they wanna be GL4, told 'em it's not that simple
Yeah, pop him like a pimple, pop him like a pimple
Meet me in the middle, we can do somethin' bad
Free my brother locked up, rottin' in the system
Bitches be callin' my phone, she get suspicious
Make a problem 'bout this other bitch, I told this bitch, Go get a victim
You must've not know [?] in my dimension
Dropped another body down with a Kriss Vector
Finna draw down on them like a pencil
Told that nigga we bleed the same when we get back
Who the fuck told you, baby boy ain't mental
On God, I'll pull a Glock 20 for a bag
Y'all behind them bars, that boy goin' out bad
Yeah, we got them sticks like we in the draft
Shoot the bitch up, hop in that bitch, take bro cash
Why the fuck this bitch talkin' shit 'bout my mans?
Servin' Xans and Percs in the hallway of my school, I ain't even walk 'round with a pass (no)
Bi-big-ass gat (big)
Yeah, I got my wrist in that glass
I told the bitch to come and pop this Perc'
Yeah, I done made a friend hit the dab (yeah)
Nigga, I'm that O-S-O-O, nigga, I'm in the trap movin' slabs
[?] told me to get you, then I'm comin'
[?], yeah, I be hustlin'
Nigga put my face on everything, bitch, I got [?]
Ain't no friends in this shit, might drop that boy in the gutter
You [?] the hotbox, didn't slide nothin'
They gon' talk on the 'net, but they hidin' from me
Man, they wrap that boy partner up like a damn mummy
I knew that thot bitch had lied when she said she love me
Play with them now, that big-ass Draco cuttin'
I'm, I'm not no robot for you to press my buttons
[?] got them percussions
I told 'em to take that risk, you trust me, then we honest
[?], we ain't really tryna pop shit
Pull up on opposite, then we drop shit, huh
After I take 'em, we jugg on these niggas to open that big locksmith
Yes, I popped out in a fully Rick O' 'fit
I don't give no fucks, drop my hands on that bitch
Fuck that lil thot, man, I stand on that, bitch
When I was sixteen, used to flex with counterfeit
Nothin' around me but some vamps, nigga, fuck your clique
Capital letter, tell a nigga fuck somethin', might hit that [?], huh