Glokk40Spaz, BabySolid - You Dont Slay? lyrics

Glokk40spaz & babysolid
Gone mad patna livin that life
I gone mad wit a army switch knife
He came to the eastside, want beef
But he don't got no pipe
This shit get gon icky, promise i get sight
I don't miss that bitch, bitch i miss my life
Got my pipe in my hand while
I give dat hoe pipe i ain't trustin no hoe
Can't no bitch be my wife
Want smoke? okay, check this out
He say dat he wanna go toe
2 toe wit a real vamp
We fuck instagram models
We don't fuck wit tramps
Ill come get yo bitch ass
Don't say shit bout my camp
Ill come get yo snitch ass
We got switches like lamps
I fucked her back up now
Im startin to catch cramps
He talkin bout the mob
That shit got me amped
Best believe ill do my job
Don't worry bout dat
Know some niggas locked in cobb
I won't get em back nigga want me dead
Ill double down wit two damn sticks!
He play wit the gang, then im takin that risk
Outta breath
Cuz i nigga got tired of swing fists
We dropped that ho off
Cuz i know she eat dick
We just put that ho on
She a vamp in distress
I call that bitch up when i
Wanna have sex and i
Call tbe gang up when i wanna make a mess
I done gone mad bitch i done gone mad
Bitch i done gone mad, gone mad!
Whole gang we done gone mad
Bitch im the mad hatter
We knock off yo hat cuz im mad!
I earned my damn name now, just call me spaz
Baby whoa tool on my shit when
Im gon grab this mac
Gone mad, bitch im in my bag
Gone mad, my young nigga tied wit arab
I can't even cap, this shit got me mad
I want that boy wrapped, this shit got me mad
Aye velly just call lil spaz, brr
One phone call, put a body in the grass
One phone call, have yo whole family sad
He cannot have first, cuz he last
Quick draw on my Glock like crayon
When he seen lil ki, he ran
Dirty stick, my name is dan
The like kilo jugg? man i can't
Man i gotta break in the bank
One phone call, man im tryna get a tank
I don't give no fuck if you got rank!
You better duck when them chops sang
Babylife shit man im gone
Let these sticks swing
I be wit them vamps like im bruce wayne
You not a vamp, you ain't got fame
Young nigga trap out them hallways
Walk his ass down, like i made it on broadway
(gone mad)
(this shit in my fuckin head whoa
Like done i really gone mad whoa, gone mad)
(like whoa i can't really stop
Thinking bout this shit whoa
This shit really fuckin me up)
Yo renace stop playin wit these niggas man
(gone mad)
If i don't make it tell mamas i love her
Free baby lil ebg, gone die bout my brother
Glock on my lap, thats my lover
Backwood punchin like sucker
And im in rush hour, chris tucker
Me n spaz hop out, double clutching
They already know we on something
You are not livin that life, so don't say nun
I was 13 when i got my first gun
Can't go outside, i got brothers on the run
Ain't droppin no dimes, so i gotta get a dub
Just tryna get rich wit my thugs
And free Lil B, i ain't showin no love
Got mud in my cup, but im tryna drink blood
We steppin on shit, like rugs
And rattin on niggas, boy thats not us
Can't take you onna drill
Cuz i don't got trust (gone mad)