Lyrics Crayola - GlokkNine

Do what you gon' do, no Crayola, it get violent
My shooters real steppers, tip-toeing, move in silence
Chewing on his teeth, molly's eating up his body
He move or even look wrong, Lil Thirty spot him, pop him
Do what you gon' do, no Crayola, it get violent
My shooters real steppers, tip-toeing, move in silence
Chewing on his teeth, molly's eating up his body
He move or even look wrong, Lil Thirty spot him, pop him
Wait, I got him, I ain't sparing shit
Nah we ain't bowling, I'ma strike out like a bitch
Pistol toting and this Glock do got a kick
Jaden Smith, Karate Kid, this bitch got kick
No I don't gang bang but I do bang bang
Turn your wifebeater suwoop, oops blood gang, yeah
I ain't say a thing, catch an opp, leave a stain
I'm with the YJB with what the gang he claim, yeah
We don't know nothin', we don't show nothin', yeah
Question marks all 'round the moves, see who the ho huntin'
Jaintor, we love them brooms, come and sweep up somethin'
Forgis on the yellow school bus, you see me comin'
Ayy, he got to runnin', Forest Gump, I went to dump him
Ayy, it must be Easter, ain't no eggs but I be huntin'
Ain't talkin' rifles, coppin' semis and some Tommys
Armed but fuck a vest, you need a helmet for ya skully
Ayy I'm talkin' 'bout your
Grapefruit, your cantaloupe (oh yeah, your head)
Ayy, your hammer head, watermelon, not your toe (okay, he gone)
Green light, all my niggas we on go (okay, we on)
Like some paper, I swear I won't never fold, yeah.