Beam up on the glock
Ian playing no more games
I'ma make sure that little
223 gon' hit your f*ckin' brain
Now we lurkin' outside
Waitin' for him to come out
I can't wait to see somebody
So this Glock go gratataa
It's a bloody scene on the
Thirty-first of this month
When you turn around
All you see is no ID and some guts
Pull up to the block party
And we turn it to the Purge
This the Hood Halloween
Leave his brains on the curb
I'ma pull up with a big chop
Matter of fact I'ma pull up with an axe
And I see that nigga skin
On the ground and I pick it up
Put it in the Thrax
I'm a real stepper
I don't leave a trace
Cause I don't ever wanna do the race
I got blood all over my f*ckin' face
Shoulda wore a mask
But it's okay
Cause I'm smarter than you think
Paint my whole face black
So you cannot see a thing
Been lurkin' on his block for
Three whole months to see
What he be on every day
That way when we catch him lacking
We gon' play a few games
I chop his head open
So I see his brains
And I know I like it
So I think I might not be sane
Blood on my hands
Are you ready for death huh
Got a beam on the chop we ready
Got a knife on the end like we at war
But please don't talk to me
Adrenaline rushin, I feel it go down to my core
I'm a raq baby with the shits
Five star blicky and it got a kick
Tommy twopoles
808's knocking
Speaker knocking hard
Hit me in the noggin
Uh
Beam up on the glock
Ian playing no more games
I'ma make sure that little
223 gon' hit your f*ckin' brain
Now we lurkin' outside
Waitin' for him to come out
I can't wait to see somebody
So this Glock go gratataa
It's a bloody scene on the
Thirty-first of this month
When you turn around
All you see is no ID and some guts
Pull up to the block party
And we turn it to the Purge
This the Hood Halloween
Leave his brains on the curb
I'ma pull up with a big chop
Matter of fact I'ma pull up with an axe
And I see that nigga skin
On the ground and I pick it up
Put it in the Thrax
I'm a real stepper
I don't leave a trace
Cause I don't ever wanna do the race
I got blood all over my f*ckin' face
Shoulda wore a mask
But it's okay
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English
Beam up on the glock
Ian playing no more games
I'ma make sure that little
223 gon' hit your f*ckin' brain
Now we lurkin' outside
Waitin' for him to come out
I can't wait to see somebody
So this Glock go gratataa
It's a bloody scene on the
Thirty-first of this month
When you turn around
All you see is no ID and some guts
Pull up to the block party
And we turn it to the Purge
This the Hood Halloween
Leave his brains on the curb
I'ma pull up with a big chop
Matter of fact I'ma pull up with an axe
And I see that nigga skin
On the ground and I pick it up
Put it in the Thrax
I'm a real stepper
I don't leave a trace
Cause I don't ever wanna do the race
I got blood all over my f*ckin' face
Shoulda wore a mask
But it's okay
Cause I'm smarter than you think
Paint my whole face black
So you cannot see a thing
Been lurkin' on his block for
Three whole months to see
What he be on every day
That way when we catch him lacking
We gon' play a few games
I chop his head open
So I see his brains
And I know I like it
So I think I might not be sane
Blood on my hands
Are you ready for death huh
Got a beam on the chop we ready
Got a knife on the end like we at war
But please don't talk to me
Adrenaline rushin, I feel it go down to my core
I'm a raq baby with the shits
Five star blicky and it got a kick
Tommy twopoles
808's knocking
Speaker knocking hard
Hit me in the noggin
Uh
Beam up on the glock
Ian playing no more games
I'ma make sure that little
223 gon' hit your f*ckin' brain
Now we lurkin' outside
Waitin' for him to come out
I can't wait to see somebody
So this Glock go gratataa
It's a bloody scene on the
Thirty-first of this month
When you turn around
All you see is no ID and some guts
Pull up to the block party
And we turn it to the Purge
This the Hood Halloween
Leave his brains on the curb
I'ma pull up with a big chop
Matter of fact I'ma pull up with an axe
And I see that nigga skin
On the ground and I pick it up
Put it in the Thrax
I'm a real stepper
I don't leave a trace
Cause I don't ever wanna do the race
I got blood all over my f*ckin' face
Shoulda wore a mask
But it's okay
Ian playing no more games
I'ma make sure that little
223 gon' hit your f*ckin' brain
Now we lurkin' outside
Waitin' for him to come out
I can't wait to see somebody
So this Glock go gratataa
It's a bloody scene on the
Thirty-first of this month
When you turn around
All you see is no ID and some guts
Pull up to the block party
And we turn it to the Purge
This the Hood Halloween
Leave his brains on the curb
I'ma pull up with a big chop
Matter of fact I'ma pull up with an axe
And I see that nigga skin
On the ground and I pick it up
Put it in the Thrax
I'm a real stepper
I don't leave a trace
Cause I don't ever wanna do the race
I got blood all over my f*ckin' face
Shoulda wore a mask
But it's okay
Cause I'm smarter than you think
Paint my whole face black
So you cannot see a thing
Been lurkin' on his block for
Three whole months to see
What he be on every day
That way when we catch him lacking
We gon' play a few games
I chop his head open
So I see his brains
And I know I like it
So I think I might not be sane
Blood on my hands
Are you ready for death huh
Got a beam on the chop we ready
Got a knife on the end like we at war
But please don't talk to me
Adrenaline rushin, I feel it go down to my core
I'm a raq baby with the shits
Five star blicky and it got a kick
Tommy twopoles
808's knocking
Speaker knocking hard
Hit me in the noggin
Uh
Beam up on the glock
Ian playing no more games
I'ma make sure that little
223 gon' hit your f*ckin' brain
Now we lurkin' outside
Waitin' for him to come out
I can't wait to see somebody
So this Glock go gratataa
It's a bloody scene on the
Thirty-first of this month
When you turn around
All you see is no ID and some guts
Pull up to the block party
And we turn it to the Purge
This the Hood Halloween
Leave his brains on the curb
I'ma pull up with a big chop
Matter of fact I'ma pull up with an axe
And I see that nigga skin
On the ground and I pick it up
Put it in the Thrax
I'm a real stepper
I don't leave a trace
Cause I don't ever wanna do the race
I got blood all over my f*ckin' face
Shoulda wore a mask
But it's okay
Writer: Mashari Barnes
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid