[intro]
Yuh im feelin it
Hit him with that double K, killin it
Bloody rage im feelin it
Aye its halloween the 31st, yuh we killin it
This yo month jit glokk 31st
This the intro
Let all dem mother-other folks get the memo
Tellem how you tellem and just spit that how you spit tho
Come roger that

[Hook]
We got tools in this bitch and you already know
Cause im an artist, they ain't search a youngin at the door
A 308 cooling kit add a telescope
And bouji bitch come eat this dick and dont you fucking choke
Im tryna customize the Glock with distance speed reload
That man looking through that chopper like a peep hole
Cause if he move or even think wrong he good as gone
Red dot dem polka dot so we gone send em home

[Verse]
Im in my area but you can say jit in his zone
No i ain't scared of ya, im telling ya im slanging stones
Cause ill bury ya send people to the funeral home
When i ain't thinking im like [?] then that shit set in stone
Okay now watch it this my month so imma call it this
Glokktober 31st cause bitch we passed the 5th
But thats probably the day you get your stamps and shit
Im tryna creep all in his bushes yea some happening
I got my twin boming with me so we capping shit
Im tryna leave a n***a shitty like a pamper jit
I show no pity with that blicky im gone whack a bitch
And when i whack em like a duck ion got answers jit
And why the fuck all these goose be on that quacking shit?
Im talking jit lyrical with this rapping shit
I watched a jug take a plead 5 for fifth [?]
And all these fed judging me they dont even know the kid
Im talking pita or get beat up bitch you rolling in
If you dont roll bitch you fool, we gone toaster it
Got a bottle for some red rum thats lovely
Okay 15 pounds of dope lil bruh you bubbling
I got a glizzy fuck a holster so no tussling
I never had a 9-5, bitch straight hustling
When ain't no hook to my rhymes i get duff with it
I killed the beat but you know im gone bury the verse
I fuck with meat til the day my dick fall in the hearse
And all you bitches with that shit, yall should call you a nurse
Okay, she a walking sack he dont snatched the hoe purse
Why yall comparing me to them like i ain't diverse
I swear im at these nigas temp its Glokk 31st
Ain't no trick or treat, bitch we came to dirt
Im hollering free Lil Skeet, til then he on a shirt
Lil bruh dont ask to join the gang if you ain't gone put in work
And im a scrap i need my stain so i stay in the church
If you ain't my n***a im gone watch you, sit and just observe
Lil BP keep calling my phone, like big bruh whats the word
Lil Toray done re-upped he tryna catch a serve
This yo month Glokk 31st [x2]
Its Halloween no trick or treat lil bruh we killing dirt [x2]
[Hook]
We got tools in this bitch yea you already know
Cause im an artist, they ain't search a youngin at the door
.2308 cooling kit add a telescope
And bouji bitch come eat this dick and dont you fucking choke
Im tryna customize the Glock with distance speed reload
That man looking through that chopper like a peep hole
Cause if he move or even think wrong he good as gone
Red dot dem polka dot so we gone send em home