GlokkNine - Gutta Takeoff lyrics

Creepin' while you sleepin', boy you all about a sack The grinch all through the weekend you can call us men in black Geek up for no reason, I just hit, you know I splat Pa** her to my n***a, she toot a*s and throw it back Nine the Randy Moss, he caught the pa**, he caught the pa** Wrap a n***a up, toetag him, body bag him Remember we was down and now we up so n***as mad They tryna set a bounty on my motherf**in' head I'ma be the first to tell you n***as I ain't scared Way before my time, check the clock, lil bro you dead These jits goin' AWOL for golds in their lil spread While Lil Nine, I'm chasin' checks, watch 'em crash, we watch them wreck Time to run down on your set, Pacific Ocean, s**t got wet All in her lil chest, dead flies, put them to rest Nothin' like these other n***as, I'm a thoroughbred Heard they left him on the set, they left my n***a there for dead Yeah I'm smokin' loud so I can't hear nothin' that you sayin' I'm on Lud Foe s**t, I feel like the man She say I'm eighteen now so I can be her man Told her daughter f**k your daddy, baby I'm your kin, ooh Free my n***a Ken, they got him locked down in the pen Call lil bro the top 'cause all the gang know is spin I've been earned my stripes and I've been hittin' since a jit Lately I ain't been the same, boy I been takin' risks Brought the hood to another city, Mercy in this b***h Think they hatin' 'cause they b***h know me, wanna have my kids When it's probably 'cause she know every song, the adlibs Baby I ain't flexin', this s**t really how I live Them Mercy boys, they reckless, them jits they got the whip Pull out and jump out like some roaches tryna swim All you heard was shots, and it skrrt Baby it's a f**k thing, I just want what's in your skirt Lil Turay say I got 'em f**ed up, he gon' put in work I know Lil MeMe go psycho, I know he go berserk Push to start the whip and when it crank this b***h gon' jerk P***y I can't count them when I catch up, shirt Now your mama got them tears in her eyes, her baby Damn I earned respect, and spent five, no three-eighties GlokkNine and we strapped up like the Navy Yeah, ayy, ayy, what you want, he tryna play me. (Dj Shab – Gutta takeoff) Ayy, uh yeah he tried to play you B***h, um um, my n***a don't tote two twos B***h, ayy ayy, blaow, uh yeah, shoottt.