Yuh

Yeah

Yuh

Pop out, third world (Chapo)

Whoa

The way I swing the stick, this b***h shoot rapid fire (fire!)

I wanna look in you in yo' eyes when you die (that's on God)

I wanna come to yo' goddamn funeral, watch yo' mama cry

I can tell the fake from the real, it's no disguise (hell nah)

Lil' Glokk, he be out strapped up, like a dyke (on God)

I'll crash out on one of them, ain't nobody touch my pipe (on God)

Head ahead a n***a in that dungeon

With my whoas nigga, and a knife (my whoas)

I was locked up, ain't think i was getting out

And I had to thank Jesus Christ (on God)

Before I thought I couldn't f*ck the bag s**t, that s**t light (light, yeah)

I'on give a f*ck, I'll f*ck on my bag all damn night (all damn night)

I'm gon' blow my damn gun, I'm not no rap ass n***a

I'll crashout on sight (on God)

Yeah, this Glock hit like Mike (Mike Tyson)

Whoa, said he gotta go, n***a said, "to love," I'm like twice (twice)

Drinkin' Wock today, but it's okay

'Cause a n***a don't like Sprite (ok)

Gon' mix it up 'till I get bubble guts

Glock got a muzzle, still bite

Huh, and I'll never do a full fight

Hrr, and I stood down, It's okay to cry (cry)

You snitched on the Mobb, boy just say goodbye (Mobb)

Boy get jiggy, this that vamp music (jiggy shit)

All this ice on his neck

Look like a fuckin' cooler (look like cooler)

Finna snatch his damn chain

Gotta 30 mag Glock, this a ruler

I ain't really give a f*ck 'bout no damn school

I was really tryna f*ck on my tutor (on God)

Sumo said he don't give a f*ck

He'll put a Glock to a hoover (yeah)

She a bad bitch, with a attitude

She don't deserve flowers she gon' get a toolie

He jus' green as fuck, and he not stupid

Finna black out, like a damn pupil (blah)

Got real troops, that's my damn shooters

Good face card, bitch, I'm on Google (face card)

Where my money?

Pussy ass n***a better make sum' shake (make sum' shake)

I be catchin' niggas on they bad day (brr, brr)

I feel good, it's ok (ok)

Good ass lawyer, gon' beat that case (on God)

Stop that cap, bitch, hit them brakes (stop that cap!)

Knife on the stick, gon' bud his K (knife on the stick)

The way I swing the stick, this b***h shoot rapid fire (fire!)

I wanna look in you in yo' eyes when you die (that's on God)

I wanna come to yo' goddamn funeral, watch yo' mama cry

I can tell the fake from the real, it's no disguise (hell nah)

Lil' Glokk, he be out strapped up, like a dyke (on God)

I'll crash out on one of them, ain't nobody touch my pipe (on God)

Head ahead a n***a in that dungeon

With my whoas nigga, and a knife (my whoas)

I was locked up, ain't think i was getting out

And I had to thank Jesus Christ (on God)