Yeah
Oh, they wan' do some'?
Well, I wan' shoot some'
I got the G-LOCK, bro got the ruga'
Catch him at bus stop, now that boy Took
Tell that ho-tell that ho, "Tell me the truth, I ain't stupid"
We in that droptop, shoot out the roof
Ei-eighth grade, me, [?], and lil' Boog'
Nigga, just give me that Glock, you don't put it to use
In his city, I'm on hots, boy, who is you?
Tryn' fit two .45, thots in the coupe
Boy, I'm killjae, not no JB, still gon' shoot
You ain't heard 'bout me and nz "Knock yo' tooth"
You ain't heard 'bout [?], he in that cut
Throw Perc' back, now I'm stuck in a loop
Bitch tryn' do too much, I'm like, "Fuck"
What this lil' ho say? Keep that shit cute
I used to trip 'bout that bitch back then
Now I got pole tucked, never lackin'
They got that backdoor shut, still get in
They in that trap-spot, we can get in, yeah
My brudda' locked up, he told me, "Lock in 'fore you get locked in," yeah
I say I'm the one, don't know I got guns, no better than him
I told that boy, "Shut the fuck up, you not him"
Glo-Glock tucked, wish a fuck-boy would try it
Boy, I'm so BMM, I'm posted up with [?]
Why the fuck you got mask for? You ain't slidin'
You see us in that Bimmer, we love to slide it
Bro would fuck up to bring up what I did
Get high as fuck, you can't see my eyelids
Get high as fuck, just might— (Road-runna)
Yeah
Oh, they wan' do some? (Ye-yeah, yeah)
I got the G-LOCK—
Tell that ho, "Tell me the—
We in that droptop, shoot out the roof
Nigga, just give me that Glock, you don't put it to use
In his ci—
Ye—