Throatcrack

I got glocks I got rocks In my backpack When the day Turns to night We hunt their head Mercenaries on the front Watch his throat crack You dont know who you mess with And it shows man Kaisers bass make the ground shake One tap and youre outplayed Watch me countin bodys Genocide brought by my outrage I remember when they doubt me Now they act likes clowns aye Never on a grind but its a fact That they know me Duffle bag Color black Filled with cash In my trunk Next to hash Smash his head On the barrel of my gun Countin days Searching ways Ay i hate what ive become Hide in hay Crosshair placed Now its one shot and you gone Glock in my carharrt pants Expensive ammo spend a band I roll up with shenannigans Hes eating shots like melons man Im riding in a matt black van Theres not a rapper i can stand Kaiser on the driver seat Boutta fuck up the whole engine man I got glocks I got rocks I got runners On the block I got ammo Feeling shallow Put the devil in my socks Every hit is still a demo Still its better than you shmucks Better take the fucking gallow I be fucking up the clubs