Lyrics GlokkNine – Crayola

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 kit
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, ketchup leave a stain
Oh I’m with the YJB wait what the gang he claim, yeah
We don’t know nothin’, we don’t show nothin’, yeah
Question marks all ’round the room, see who the whole hundred
Janitor, 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 went huntin’
Oh ain’t talkin’ rifles, couple semis and some Tommys yeah
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

Do what you gon’ do, no Crayola, it get violent
My shooters real steppers, tip-toeing, move in silence