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Al Chapo - All Black Lyrics

[Intro: Glokk40Spaz]
BL
Yeah
BL, BL
Yeah
(Don't play with him)
Perked up
Don't play with him
(Chapo)
Perked up

[Chorus: Glokk40Spaz]
We gon' flip they lil' block up if we find out where they be at (On God)
I be poppin' out at night, nigga, all black, vampire shit (Vampire shit)
Nigga, where the hoes at? (On God)
I be trippin', I don't be give a fuck, tryna rob a fuckin' old nat (On God)
And this baby life, I got these thirties on me like I'm tryna catch a new hat
Woe don't give a fuck, we pushin' up to where he be at
Put him on a plate, you know I'm gon' eat that (Plate)
Ridin' with the G30, that ho got some kickback (Grr, grr)
Tail 'em tuckin' and all, lil' Glokk can't lack (Gang)

[Verse 1: Glokk40Spaz]
Yeah, I got them troops behind me, they treat me like Drac
This ho pretty as fuck, look at my gat
Got two plays on my iPhone
Pass her to the woe, she a known ho
I'm whip frame, got the Hublot
Take his Rubicon, take his ice off (Rubicon)
Playin' with the mob, he'll be dead, dog
I don't love her, I'm tryna get my rocks off
If 12 watchin', then it's all props
Got out of jail, took that brand new G-lock
Pop at his top, lil' Glokk can't flop
They tryna take my flow, but I can't be mopped
[Verse 2: BabySolid]
Huh, all these sticks up in this trap, don't run up, nigga gon' crash out
Hundred-some shots, lil' nigga, don't black out
Mad Max, air that bitch out when I pull the fuck up to your trap house
Four-five up in the Glock, lil' nigga, don't lack now
Sayin' that he wanna be Everyday Band Gang, nigga gotta pull them racks out
Valet go coo when that bitch tryna flash out
Hide the fuck out on the police, they tryna call back up
I get my straps up, nigga, don't act up
Heard that an opp just died, made me crack up
We been tryna catch him since last year
Stop all that hidin', I drill and I scope a young nigga, get over here (Over here)
Treat my gun like a NASCAR, bitch came with some switches and gears (Gears)
And that bitch got an infrared beam like Rudolph the Reindeer
Backdoor your homie, you start cryin' fake tears
I can't backdoor my mans, I'm in that family

[Chorus: Glokk40Spaz]
We gon' flip they lil' block up if we find out where they be at (On God)
I be poppin' out at night, nigga, all black, vampire shit (Vampire shit)
Nigga, where the hoes at? (On God)
I be trippin', I don't be give a fuck, tryna rob a fuckin' old nat (On God)
And this baby life, I got these thirties on me like I'm tryna catch a new hat
Woe don't give a fuck, we pushin' up to where he be at
Put him on a plate, you know I'm gon' eat that (Plate)
Ridin' with the G30, that ho got some kickback (Grr, grr)
Tail 'em tuckin' and all, lil' Glokk can't lack (Gang)