Ayy, ayy, woah
(Pooh, you a fool for this one)
With the Glock all in his pants
He gon' walk out with the Glock all in his pants
My shooter's jumpin' out the gym with a Glock all in his pants
Only want two .38s, the place is payin' 30 bands
Them shooters move on my command, I got 'em sticked up in the van
Jump out gang, no we ain't playin', face wrapped up, no Taliban
Kick in your door to get them bands, my G hopped out, them niggas ran
Spin on their block, let off some shots and let them boys know I ain't playin'
You say it's up, bitch, what you sayin?
Side of your house, that's where we layin'
When you walk out, we get to sprayin'
Pussy bitch, no, I ain't playin'
Spin on their block, let off some shots, if we don't hit we spin again
The day I die, nobody cry, walk in the mall and spend a ten
One Glock 40, two FNs, one got your name, two for your friends
Young rich nigga in the Benz, Lord forgive me for my sins
You rollin' with me, that's a fact, nigga
I catch you walkin' out of church on Sunday mornin'
Best believe you gettin' stretched, nigga
I'm in the streets, they're on the internet
Send some shots, we gon' send 'em back
I'm startin' to think these niggas snitchin'
When we spin, they never spinnin' back
Everything that I rap, swear to God that I'm spittin' facts
Hittin' winters on the run, I'm grippin' on the MAC
My chain snatched, your brain snatched
Glock 40 bullets, your name attached
Face a nigga just for lookin' at
I'm way up, ain't no lookin' back
Ol' pussy boy, who you lookin' at?
Dope in the kitchen, we cookin' that
My shooter's jumpin' out the gym with a Glock all in his pants
Only want two .38s, the place is payin' 30 bands
Them shooters move on my command, I got 'em sticked up in the van
Jump out gang, no we ain't playin', face wrapped up, no Taliban
Kick in your door to get them bands, my G hopped out, them niggas ran
Spin on their block, let off some shots and let them boys know I ain't playin'
You say it's up, bitch, what you sayin?
Side of your house, that's where we layin'
When you walk out, we get to sprayin'
Pussy bitch, no, I ain't playin'
That life he claim, I swear we livin' that
We takin', we ain't givin' back
My feelings, put 'em in the trash
A hundred, got that shit in cash
Bitch, we 'bout beefin'
We hoppin' out of suburbans, midnight, we creepin'
I'm steady screamin' out murder, tryna get even
I'ma knock off your whole circle, on the way, we speedin'
I'm in a rush just to murk you
Livin' life real fast, movin' slow, I'm certain
Two lines of lean, Adderall and Perks
Cut 'em up a brick, then take their work
Matte black Hellcat, nigga, wheel go skrrt
Pull up, hop out, have your brain on the curb
We steady be slidin' from sun up to sun down
Slangin' iron for my niggas is fun now
Catch you leavin' out the store and get run down
No leg shot, you gettin' gunned down
Straight head shot, big gun sound
Fuck crime stoppers, we gon' hit their block up
911, got one down
My shooter's jumpin' out the gym with a Glock all in his pants
Only want two .38s, the place is payin' 30 bands
Them shooters move on my command, I got 'em sticked up in the van
Jump out gang, no we ain't playin', face wrapped up, no Taliban
Kick in your door to get them bands, my G hopped out, them niggas ran
Spin on their block, let off some shots and let them boys know I ain't playin'
You say it's up, bitch, what you sayin?
Side of your house, that's where we layin'
When you walk out, we get to sprayin'
Pussy bitch, no, I ain't playin'
You know
R.I.P. Lil Sosa, you know
It's jump out gang forever, you know
Free Lil Leeky, I just talked to him the other day on collect
He ready to get back in the backseat too, bitch ass nigga
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