[Intro: KALIQ]
(24 is the GOAT)
Two Glocks, two deep
[Verse 1: KALIQ]
Two Glocks, two deep in the hill, tryna let a few off, so wild how they feel
And he talk like he down for the kill, when it's time to go slide, he ain't tryna go drill
It get real in the field
If I roll with my bro, tryna find us a steal (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
We do hits then we bail
Get caught, I won't drop, I know bro got my bail (I know)
[Verse 2: Briscoe Bands]
That's a fact
5AM on they block, niggas duckin' with bitches and gats (Grrt, boom)
You was dick ridin' gang that we hacked and you wanna do wanna go live, you a rat (Ratty)
Nigga pussy
You still ask about drills, you a saddy, you a fail, you a rookie (Rookie)
Tryna give me that soul that they took me and I know they stay silent if the ever come book me
Now it's lit
And this nigga got his name off of music and he never had hits (Facts)
And your bestie got hit in his shit and you're still makin' tracks, Grab a grip and go spin (Grrt, boom)
Never cappin'
And your bestie got hit in his head, why you never perform?
Catch a hit niggas need to stop rappin', ask all the guys, niggas know what I'm on (Grrt, boom)
[Verse 3: QG Meer]
Went through shit, I won't say, "Okay", it's just me at the end of the day (Grrah)
Had to stop lovin' that bitch 'cause she wasn't nothin' and stayed doing dirt on my face
How much times we gon' say, "Can't lack for a date" (At all)
Like if you play, you get sent to them gates
If you wanna hit him, get up in his face
Told brodie, "Spliff him", get him out the way (Grrah, grrah)
Like when you walkin', gotta keep it tucked
I can book a telly if I wanna fuck
Like Q50, leave him in the dust, fifty on the wheel, TB cuttin' up (Grrah)
Who doing what? Niggas know what's up, gotta get up up, can't get enough
I'm sendin' shots, if they mention us, point to the sky, cookies sent 'em up
Like, it's no better than us, are you dumb? And we sendin' more than ten shots when we come (Grrah)
Bitch, this is drench, flock 'em just for fun like, look, they better walk with they gun (Grrah)
Free Leeky, he not the one (Grrah), shit gettin' easy, do it just because
Why you cheap? Bitch, you a dub, I'll start, I ain't not into subs
I be walkin' on shit, I be fiendin' to blitz, like you talk the wrong sides, so it is what it is
Nigga, fuck that side, we don't fuck with them kids, that's a make QG, gon' say what I did
Got caught with his pants with his rip through his chest, went straight through his bib like five more shots
Gotta make sure he hit like went to the rock, got knocked out his kicks, boy, you a bitch
Been outside and you ain't spin shit, baby, keep on your clothes, I just want these bitches, so beat out the dick
Wanna roll up the dead then I'm 'causin' them slip, I'ma slide with my bitch
And for Queezy, I'm makin' lit, like Queezy gang is legit
Seven grand and a hat in my flicks
I know them niggas ain't do no shit
[Verse 4: Briscoe Bands]
If he shakin'
If we all on the 'migos, she downin', she tryna get naked (Grrah)
Yeah, that nigga, he pussy and based ain't play when I'm with you, I'll up it and flame it (Grrt, boom)
Ayo, Nas, bring the bottles and bitches on gallons with Henny and Cas'
Talkin' shiesty, my niggas is fried and he still ain't go live, so we know that he died (Shiesty)
On the set, niggas talkin' on 24 Lefty, that nigga got left (Lefty)
Or a blick, you a bum and you stripped like shh got hit in his back, you was vexed (Grrt, boom)
On T, now let's talk about saucin', you niggas keep talkin' 'bout me (Facts)
Got hot, never coppin' the plea, but I pull up to cribs, throw shots and they scream (Grrag, grrt, boom)
[Verse 5: KALIQ]
Couple niggas got hit with the same grip (Grrah)
And some opps know we're not on the same strip (Gang, gang)
Ain't know way he gon' leave how he came in and he better stay sharp 'casue we making it dangerous
Know it's up, so you better not lack
With DA and he packin' the strap
Lil' nigga dummy, went out with his gat (Grrah, grrah)
I told bro, "Make it count when you clap"
And he said, "Make it count when I start" (Uh-huh)
I said, "Brodie if you know if I throw, we gon' dime"
Matter fact, bitch, I'm back in my prime (Uh-huh)
All black for the fit just to mess with the .9
Hop out, I'ma walk up on feet tryna to blow out his mind
Flee the scene and head back in the ride
No he ain't one of mine if he droppin' the dime
