[Intro]
Huh
I’m wit’ lil’ Kilo
Hrr

[Verse 1]
Young nigga jumped off the porch (Huh)
When I met lil’ Kilo, he was 13
Kick down the door, that’s his favorite thing
Shawty gon' mask the fuck up, that’s on everything
Bitch, I was 15 years old wit' a felony
I'm in the strip wit' the hooligans, huh
If Cal don’t shoot ‘em, then I’m doin' it
Dropped out the school, I had truancy
Illusion, I’m livin' this life, got me losin' it
Huh, all of my bitches wan' argue 'bout stupid shit
Don’t want yo love, bitch, you ruined it, huh
If she don’t pull out, then I’m pulling it
I got the fye for that foolishness
Huh, I gotta scope shit out 'fore I go in it
Bitch, this Glock life, I ain’t goin', bitch
Young nigga 17, ride wit' a 30 clip
Young niggas ready to kill on that Freddy shit, huh
Thought about talkin' to Daejiana
I’m in love wit' the trap, but I left all my problems
Took yo' guns money, that’s how we gon' solvе it
You don’t got no stick, you get ate like McDonald’s
I’m on thе east side wit’ them killas and robbers
Hrrt, 50 something shots out that carbon
Fadeaway, shoot ‘em like Clippers, no barber

[Verse 2]
Hm, yeah, I think to myself everyday, "How the fuck I’m gon' get rich?"
Used to run off on the plug wit' a counterfeit
Young nigga had a couple loose screws
Ain’t nowhere you can go, we gon' find you
The gang doubled up, now it’s times two
This BabyLife, nigga, we don’t like you
I look in yo eyes, you a fake goon

[Verse 3]
Huh, B-A-B-Y, L-I-F-E
On the run for three weeks, had to catch me
I get the fuck up and send ‘em blessings
Lil’ bitch, where you at? We ain’t sextin'
We get to them bands, ain’t no restin'
She ain’t hold me down, got arrested
I been doin' bitches dirty ever since
And I told her I love her, that ain’t what I meant
Tell a nigga he fake, I bet he catch a fit
These niggas so fucked up in the head, I’m sick
You don’t know who I am, I could send that blitz
That boy havin’ butterflies, he feel like shit
Kilo was 14 years old wit' a brick
Do a 3.5, do not fuck up my trip
I’m talkin' to God in a blimp
Man, this ain’t no baby trap, we only sell out the zip
Smokin' on Kumo, got popped off the rip
He capped to the block, thought that lil’ .22 was legit
That Mexican capped to the block, he got flipped off the rip
We popped his ass off in a ditch
Sumo had beat his ass up on the bus, he need stitches
Walked in the school, pistol in my britches
You think you loose screws? Nigga, we could fix it, huh
“Lil’ Glokk ain’t bout this”, “Lil’ Glokk ain’t bout that”, fuck boy drop the dot, nigga, where you at?
Bitch, I been in quarantine wit' all these racks
I been social distancing from all the rats
I run to the money, nigga, that’s 4 flat
I took that bitch down
She love when that young nigga Spaz come around
I know how you feel, you surrounded by clowns

[Verse 4]
Huh, I know she wanna fuck me just ‘cause im BabyLife
I don’t like how that feel, baby, that don’t sound right
He gon' get cooked playin' wit' his life
She want me to pull up on him, man, I might
Pillowcase on the stick, niggas got right
Put my gloves on, nigga, head back to the stripe
He say he feel bad, man, you gon' be alright
That’s probably his karma, just live yo damn life
If you think 'bout that shit too much, you might get wiped
This a dirty game, just like Jumanji, alright
Put another clip in the fye, shoot it like Spike
I plan what I do and I huddle that hike
Y’all niggas got beef, but I heard that shit light
I would get in the mix, but that shit not my fight
Pistol whip wit' the fye, knock em out like Fight Night
Go to the west side, then I dirty my Sprite
Told lil' Kilo we gon' be in LA
Told Velly I love him, rock out where you stay
My lil' shorty here put some racks in a day
Don’t pop yo damn shit like no mufuckin’ party, we’ll pop yo ass off on yo birthday
Stunna just got off probation, I’m proud to say
Told the lil’ baby to hold me down for a lil’ bit, I’ll make you my Prada bae