Going 4 None – GlokkNine

You ain’ neva in the city, how the fuck you niggas
What the fuck, how you? Bruh
Bruh, Yeah Bruh You
I swea’ to god

You ain’ neva in the city, how the fuck you niggas active?
I be hollin’ free Lil Sonni, till um screamin’ that shit backwards
How you slidin’ and nobody dyin’? That’s a capper rapper
These niggas lollipop, nah better yet them boys the wrapper
If I call it it’s disaster, nobody matters
Niggas can’t catch my drift, I be swervin’ right there pass em
You sent them boys to crash, oh that’s yo ass go get the paddle
I rap to make them ends meet, Lil 9ine ain’ tryna battle
I peep you squeak then I’m a rattler, turn to a snake
I ain’ even have no food, that boy was leachin’ off my plate
You think I’m sweet then come and test your luck and tell me how it taste
I’m talkin’ shell catch a status, he got hit all in his face
When the fuck he earn some status, ion care but what he say
He was screamin bout that static, yeah that status got him faced
I be reachin’ for that stars, If I catch one it’s erased
How um behind your entourage, it ain gone help you won’t get play
That boy two-sixty some, he in yo bushes with a K
I hope nobody try to be a hero, not today
That boy nobody killer, that boy a kill who in his way
You think he paparazzi, that’s a killer in yo’ face
Give that boy a Roxy, that’s the only time he boot up
Lil 30 pill popper, he catch a opp like give it up
He only tough when he wit’ dawg dem, by hisself he pie as fuck
That’s when you catch em, fie him up that’s on my mommy word to mom
Nah I ain’ no killer, I ain’ never kill shit
She said “what about that drill?” I ain’ never drill shit
Niggas dyin’ in that field? Touch down the Drac got kick
I fuck wit’ OvO, but wit’ this Michael uma moshpit
Go ask them niggas know! That Lil Blackie been on fuck shit
Swift a nigga up, get in that dirt go check my status
Um talkin’ really put in work, boy I was flip his shit no mattress
Buddy must be hurt, cause how he lyin’ he just cappin’
I say “mm mm, his soda good.” I like how he be rappin’
Go get active wit them troops, boy don’t leave em out here lackin’
Outchea totin’ a deuce-deuce, that’s accident waiting to happen
American flag, these boys be flaggin’
Don’t make me mad, I get the blackin’
Put shit up no helium, reach for the stars I grab one
They must not be feelin him, I think it’s cause I’m hands on
I was taught don’t throw a rock and try to hide yuh hand
How the fuck you kill some that’s hidin’ where they layin’?
Nevermind ion wanna know, um pleading on the stand
If that shit was vice-versa them boys go pointin’ hands
That’s why ion beef wit’ nobody, that’s what I’m sayin’
Niggas just don’t like that G-Neezy, Ain Goin 4 Nan Nigga