Glokk40Spaz - Brutal Honesty lyrics

Huh i’m wit’ lil’ Kilo
Hrr

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
Ain’t losin'
I’m livin' it like I been 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 his cousin money
That’s how we gon' solve it
You don’t got no stick
You gеt ate like McDonald’s
I’m on the еast side wit’
Them killas and robbers
Hrrt, 50 something shots out that carbon
Fadeaway, shoot ‘em like Clippers, no barber

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

Huh, B-A-B-Y, L-IF-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 35, 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
I’m not busting his 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

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, and 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 in that 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 at 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