KILO ON MY ARM Lyrics

Catch me in the trenches with a kilo on my arm

Please don't reach cause when I teach ain't no coming back from this storm

I might grab the baddest bitch and make her jump up out her thong

When I come up out the womb my momma know I was the one

Pop out kilo on my wrist

I got two different phones trying get off like three four bricks

He try run off with the what dawgie catch a five five six

I got seven eight bitches I don't need you in my mix

I hear voices in my head telling me Flizzy just keep going

Pop out on a drill fresh I might catch a kill in Rick Owens

Nigga you a fucking goofy you just buyin guns to show it

Nigga I could talk the talk cause I gone pull my gun and blow it

Yeah I don't need security

G lock on my waist it clutch me tight it securing me

I could give a fuck bout who you with that shit don't put fear in me

I could give a fuck bout who you with that shit don't be scaring me

Pop out with one gun they thinking that it's a pair of me

This a real g lock we don't fuck with

This a real g lock we don't fuck with ghost guns

Pop out in the trenches kill on my wrist a whole ton

Shit so heavy I be outside posted up with four guns

Everything go rrtt rrtt I don't fuck with slow guns

Had a sit down with my g lock tell he take your soul and done

I don't give a fuck bout friends cause I want money commas funds

Had a sit down with my plug tell he i need more guns and drugs

Catch me in the trenches with a kilo on my arm

Please don't reach cause when I teach ain't no coming back from this storm

I might grab the baddest bitch and make her jump up out her thong

When I come up out the womb my momma know I was the one

Catch me in the trenches with a kilo on my arm

Please don't reach cause when I teach ain't no coming back from this storm

I might grab the baddest bitch and make her jump up out her thong

When I come up out the womb my momma know I was the one