Toe Tag (feat. Key Glock)
Whoa (Squat made the beat)
Whoa (go Grizz)
Uh, uh, let's go
Got my boys Kutta and Grizz on this motherfucker, finna fuck 'em up
(Kutta, cut that shit up, man)
Uh, whoa
Packin' heat, but not 'cause it's December
Swervin' in traffic, all guns automatic, just let an opp slide
I'ma shoot out the window
Gangster lil' bitch, she put shit in the blender
Then after that, I go buy her a vendor
Heard the boy died for the pussy, he tender
I been a go-getter, I used to sell bags out a rental (Toe tag)
He talkin' too much, had to kill him (Wockhardt)
Inside of my cup and my liver
Bitch, I'm the man on my side like I'm Flippa
I walk in the mall with them racks in my Denim
Had to stop poppin' them bars, I was goin' too hard
Pop an Addy to boost the momentum
Gotta get high, too much shit on my mental
I'm everywhere with that fire like a candle
Youngins on go, they press play when I send 'em
Double back, spin again, make sure they get 'em
My bitch, she bad like her name Kylie Jenner
I hop on the beat, walk it down with a rhythm
This rappin' shit easy, I make it look simple
I was born in this shit, so I'm not a beginner
Pray to the Lord, 'cause I know I'm a sinner
Hop out with four choppers like we're ridin' Sprinters
Now I'm back on the road, on the Sprinter with killers
We're poppin' Percs back to back like they Skittles
Now I'm an opp 'cause he laid on a pillow
I ain't signin', I'm burnin' that fire in my zipper (toe tag)
Yeah, Glizock that the name and I know you remember (yeah)
Tool on my side, just like Bob the Builder (uh)
Uh, hop on the beat and I float like a river (phew)
Reach for these rocks and get popped like a jigga (bah)
Put a hole in his face like a dimple (yeah)
Middle fingers up, yeah, to the system (yeah)
If you don't know me, just call me Mr. (Glock)
Blue diamonds, it look like a blizzard (uh)
I'ma slice, you know I been official (yeah)
Blow the pistol just like it's a whistle (phew)
Pull that nina out and let you kiss her (mwah)
I get money, it helps my mental
12 whips to slide in the winter
Same nigga, I don't need Insta' (wow)
Two-tone FN came with missile (wow, bah)
Still gangbangin' with these millions (bah)
Yellow diamonds on me goin' crazy like a Minion
They call me Glock and I make you feel it (bah)
Chillin' with Scarr, tryna make another million
I'm rich as fuck, still toe tag niggas
Huh, yeah
Yeah
You dig?
Whoa (go Grizz)
Uh, uh, let's go
Got my boys Kutta and Grizz on this motherfucker, finna fuck 'em up
(Kutta, cut that shit up, man)
Uh, whoa
Packin' heat, but not 'cause it's December
Swervin' in traffic, all guns automatic, just let an opp slide
I'ma shoot out the window
Gangster lil' bitch, she put shit in the blender
Then after that, I go buy her a vendor
Heard the boy died for the pussy, he tender
I been a go-getter, I used to sell bags out a rental (Toe tag)
He talkin' too much, had to kill him (Wockhardt)
Inside of my cup and my liver
Bitch, I'm the man on my side like I'm Flippa
I walk in the mall with them racks in my Denim
Had to stop poppin' them bars, I was goin' too hard
Pop an Addy to boost the momentum
Gotta get high, too much shit on my mental
I'm everywhere with that fire like a candle
Youngins on go, they press play when I send 'em
Double back, spin again, make sure they get 'em
My bitch, she bad like her name Kylie Jenner
I hop on the beat, walk it down with a rhythm
This rappin' shit easy, I make it look simple
I was born in this shit, so I'm not a beginner
Pray to the Lord, 'cause I know I'm a sinner
Hop out with four choppers like we're ridin' Sprinters
Now I'm back on the road, on the Sprinter with killers
We're poppin' Percs back to back like they Skittles
Now I'm an opp 'cause he laid on a pillow
I ain't signin', I'm burnin' that fire in my zipper (toe tag)
Yeah, Glizock that the name and I know you remember (yeah)
Tool on my side, just like Bob the Builder (uh)
Uh, hop on the beat and I float like a river (phew)
Reach for these rocks and get popped like a jigga (bah)
Put a hole in his face like a dimple (yeah)
Middle fingers up, yeah, to the system (yeah)
If you don't know me, just call me Mr. (Glock)
Blue diamonds, it look like a blizzard (uh)
I'ma slice, you know I been official (yeah)
Blow the pistol just like it's a whistle (phew)
Pull that nina out and let you kiss her (mwah)
I get money, it helps my mental
12 whips to slide in the winter
Same nigga, I don't need Insta' (wow)
Two-tone FN came with missile (wow, bah)
Still gangbangin' with these millions (bah)
Yellow diamonds on me goin' crazy like a Minion
They call me Glock and I make you feel it (bah)
Chillin' with Scarr, tryna make another million
I'm rich as fuck, still toe tag niggas
Huh, yeah
Yeah
You dig?
Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Andre Price, Julius Rivera, Morris Jones, Zachary Mullett, Markeyvuis Cathey, Alexander Woods
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