[Intro] Blood Squad man Our ass tweakin man We outta here man Tray savage man, lets get it man Capo man, we need to cock Tadoe man what the fuck you standin there for man? Cmon man we outta here squad Lets get it Blood [Chorus] I'm with the G-L-O G-A-N-G assassins We some mothafuckin' assassins I B-L-A-S-T your ass into a casket Into a mothafuckin' casket I'm from the C-H-I-C-A-G-O, no lackin It ain't no mothafuckin' lackin' Cuz i'm a B-A-S-T-A-R-D a bastard Don't let me catch your ass in trafic I'm with the G-L-O G-A-N-G assassins We some mothafuckin' assassins I B-L-A-S-T your ass into a casket Into a mothafuckin' casket I'm from the C-H-I-C-A-G-O, no lackin' It ain't no mothafuckin lackin' We some mothafuckin bastards Don't let us catch your ass in trafic [Verse] You ain't no mothafuckin' cashier You just a goofy ass nigga, we be taxin' We chillin and relaxin' You on the internet, wolfin, acting We making moves outta state We got a whole lot of cake And I been eatin' since I was 8 Niggas young jumped off late I made moves off weight Only nigga on the block seein' halfs off 8 Can you relate? Fiends mad, we ain't leavin shit up on the plate We ain't leavin shit up on the plate I'm a savage, you can see it from the shit up in my face And the shit off on my waist I levitate your ass from your belly to your face Fuck a Jake I been makin' moves, sellin' grams out of state So I got bands in my safe High speed, get away Glo Gang on a case A nigga play with me, it's on when I say (Squad) Go and kill him in a day They gon go and murder him today [Chorus] I'm with the G-L-O G-A-N-G assassins We some mothafuckin' assassins I B-L-A-S-T your ass into a casket Into a mothafuckin' casket I'm from the C-H-I-C-A-G-O, no lackin It ain't no mothafuckin' lackin' Cuz i'm a B-A-S-T-A-R-D a bastard Don't let me catch your ass in trafic I'm with the G-L-O G-A-N-G assassins We some mothafuckin' assassins I B-L-A-S-T your ass into a casket Into a mothafuckin' casket I'm from the C-H-I-C-A-G-O, no lackin' It ain't no mothafuckin lackin' We some mothafuckin bastards Don't let us catch your ass in trafic [Outro] You know how I'm rocking nigga Like cutoff stockings nigga, glo gang nigga, or no gang, fuck you nigga sucka
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