Yeah, n***a say he want smoke (yeah)
Got my Glock that s**t gone blow (yeah)
Got your thot yeah she gone throw it (yeah)
I got the fan, my Glock gone blow
Look at my wrist that b***h two-tone
I got this b***h in the back she a hoe
Throwing these bullets yeah I′m in my zone
I could spell the alphabet with racks on the floor
Glock 19 with it, blowing his nose
You niggas ain't Lancey don′t wanna be Foux
Like point-blank range I don't need me a scope
10 toes down, niggas tripping on Four
Your girl like d finna give her some more
Everybody know that my niggas on go
Wet up his face and I keep me a cho
Hella gas, get that pack for the low
Get to the racks, you can tell I'm a pro
I′m gone stay with my gang till them niggas get old
Flipping them racks tryna get me some more
And if you didn′t nigga, now you know f*ck Semmy
Fuck all the ops nigga, f*ck every enemy
Missing your shots every time so I know that it won't be the end of me
I′ll beat a b***h before I buy her Balenci
Copping some Fendi I bet he went broke
40 on me nigga, please don't approach
Get smoked like a blunt, you turn to a roach
Hoes wanna f*ck told them get in a row
Feel like Osama the way that she blow
Hop in the jet and take flight like a bird
Niggas be watching my bread like some crows
Ha, Triple Seven
The niggas outside they your ops, send your ass to heaven
We got .40s and Mac-11s
The Glock in my hand, it can really do lethal damage
And we can keep doing this s**t
I got too much to say, so you know that the beat extended
We gone push up on that b***h
Beating your ass, when I′m done you gone need a bandage
I swear I could turn all your bitches to mine
But I really don't feel like cuffing
Every time I′m at her crib, I just pull out my d**k
And I know that she really gone suck it
And he just gone cap on the net, he ain't toting on s**t
Niggas know that you bluffing
We finna slide to the drop, put some rounds in your top
We don't care bout the public
Yeah, n***a say he want smoke (yeah)
Got my Glock that s**t gone blow (yeah)
Got your thot yeah she gone throw it (yeah)
I got the fan, my Glock gone blow
Look at my wrist that b***h two-tone
I got this b***h in the back she a hoe
Throwing these bullets yeah I′m in my zone
I could spell the alphabet with racks on the floor
Glock 19 with it, blowing his nose
You niggas ain′t Lancey don't wanna be Foux
Like point-blank range I don′t need me a scope
10 toes down, niggas tripping on Four
Your girl like d finna give her some more
Everybody know that my niggas on go
Wet up his face and I keep me a cho
