Ajoro - Kid with a glock

New stack new shows new belt new watch got a whole new fit
My niggas click clack on the row if my
Niggas wanna hear real shit
On the low all day still planning when i make art to a big hit
In the club gettin lotta bitches bitches wanna party gettingt lit lit
New stack new shows new belt new watch gotta whole new fit
My niggas click clack on the row if these
Niggas wanna hear real shit
On the low all day still planning when i make art to a big hit
In the club gettin lotta bitches drunk wanna party bitches gettingt lit lit
My blicky is real
Get with some bullets get killed
My niggas pull up
We got war on the field
They shocked
Mama aint racing no pussy
Mama be racing a kid and a glock
They not
They Are not ready for words
Not ready for world
They pull up and Burst
They pull up and burst
They pull up and burst
My blicky is real
Get with some bullets get killed
My niggas pull up
We got war on the field
They shocked
Mama aint racing no pussy
Mama be racing a kid with a glock
They not
They Are not ready for words
Not ready for world
They pull up and Burst
They pull up and burst
They pull up and burst
My blicky is real
Get with some bullets get killed
My niggas pull up
We got war on the field
They shocked
Mama aint racing no pussy
Mama be racing a kid and a glock
They not
They Are not ready for words
Not ready for world
They pull up and Burst
They pull up and burst
They pull up and burst
Get with some bullets
Stick with my crew
My gun is my uno
You is a fool
Nigga whatchu know
You is not my bro
Gettin ya bitch fold
We step up and hold
My niggas and me in the cold
Be hauntest they said
Be a lil bold
Keep up with my glock but still on hold
Money go fast like usain bolt
Getin on top with them bars
Body still full scars
Fuck it we on mars
Mama brand new car
Life was... Life was very hard
Nahh i wasnt smart
Niggas play with art
Bullets fly like dart
I do that slaughter pull up with a knife
You dont want war dont play with your life
Niggas still thinking im pussy
I rob you like boogie
And dip with the car of your wife
Niggas be runnin i pull up and scope
They think im hunting but they on a roap
Nahh you dont know me
Act like a homie
Thought i would trust
But my soul aint sold
Getting on top to the goats
Keep your eyes on gold
Bitch behave behold
Pull up with my foe
Your bitch... Your bitch is a hoe
Shes holding a mistletoe
Huh? Nigga said and so
Broke boy you can go
Breaking her back she on that backpain
She hop on the dick i let it rain
Money floating bought new chain
Ate her pussy like raw stake
Ahh no let it rain
Igot bullets they fly like major pain
Will not leaving the sky this niggas stayin
And my bullets they fly like they got gain
Ski mask on we hop out
Made them niggas drop out
We start... We start chasin cut down
They still runnin lockdown
New stack new shows new belt new watch gotta whole new fit
My niggas click clack on the row if these
Niggas wanna hear real shit
On the low all day still planning when i make art to a big hit
In the club gettin lotta bitches drunk wanna party bitches getting lit lit
My blicky is real
Get with some bullets get killed
My niggas pull up
We got war on the field
They shocked
Mama aint racing no pussy
Mama be racing a kid with a glock
They not
They Are not ready for words
Not ready for world
They pull up and Burst
They pull up and burst
They pull up and burst
My blicky is real
Get with some bullets get killed
My niggas pull up
We got war on the field
They shocked
Mama aint racing no pussy
Mama be racing a kid with a glock
They not
They Are not ready for words
Not ready for world
They pull up and Burst
They pull up and burst
They pull up and burst
Ayoo shout out to my boy wavy
Bitches see me big snack haha

Written by:
jason amoako

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