Yeah… G-Locky in the cut with that Levy by my side, Miggy lookin’ sweet, Kirby tryna ride. Downtown cold — and we colder. It’s 10:45, hood masked in the dark, Levy in the alley with that chrome like a spark. I spot Miggy flossin’, thinkin’ he a king, Neck all drippy, Kirby wearin’ bling. They laughin’, lovebirds, shoppin’ like it’s peace, But I see a lick — opportunity feast. Levy gave the nod, I slid with the Glock, Hoodie up low, we about to clean shop. Ran up close, “Yo Miggy, what’s the play?” He froze like a statue, Kirby backed away. Levy hit the purse, I got the wrist clean, Miggy stutterin’ prayers, beggin’ for the Olk. (G-Locky!) We downtown wildin’, robbin’ with a grin, Levy in the cut, and we all in for the win. Miggy ain’t a soldier, Kirby screamin’ loud, G-Locky run the game — make a king bow down. (Slide!) We pull up, we take it, we vanish in smoke, You flexin’ in the open? You destined to get poked. G-Locky and Levy — that hunger don’t stall, Downtown demons, and we feast when you fall. I’m Levy the menace, the hands stay steady, Kirby dropped her bag, she wasn’t ready. Miggy tryna plead? That boy too sweet, I snatched him by the collar, dragged him off his feet. G-Locky in the zone, eye red like war, Miggy talk tough ’til he met that floor. Said, “This ain’t no movie, this a downtown tale,” Where the strong eat the soft and the slow go pale. We ain’t ask nice — we just took what was owed, G-Locky popped the trunk, made the threats explode. Kirby cryin’, Miggy bleedin’, city don’t care, We Levyin’ the block, turn the love to despair. Yeah, Miggy should’ve stayed in his lane, Kirby picked a Berk that can’t handle the flame. Next time you olk it where the wolves don’t sleep — You might end up olkin’ with a Levy too deep. (G-Locky!) We downtown wildin’, robbin’ with a grin, Levy in the cut, and we all in for the win. Miggy ain’t a soldier, Kirby screamin’ loud, G-Locky run the game — make a king bow down. (Slide!) We pull up, we take it, we vanish in smoke, You flexin’ in the open? You destined to get poked. G-Locky and Levy — that hunger don’t stall, Downtown demons, and we feast when you fall. Midnight echoes, sirens hum low, But we back in the trap with the ice and the glow. Miggy ain’t a threat, just a memory blurred, Kirby got a lesson — and the streets got served. G-Locky. Out.
