Lyrics
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yeah, got a Glock 23, if you're older
Than me, run up and watch how I squeeze
I got too many vibes, I cut off my side and told her I wanna be free
I was locked in a jam with nobody '
Round, they asked me if they could plea
Chopper got like a sound and when I pull '
Round, I know I'm gon' wake up the street
He gon' die if he speak on that gang
I'm like Curry, boy, I got no ring
Choppa bullets gon' knock off the paint
I advise you to stop chasin' that fame
We gon' send that boy up like a plane
Double cup when I sip on that drank
And they ridin', these niggas not gang
Draco woods just like it's a plant
I sit down 'cause I don't want that pain
Give me brain, let me see what you think
This ain't that, I don't play no games
Get you whacked for reachin' for this chain
Run my stacks up just like a bank
I go fed and kidnap your mom
If he tell, we cut out his tongue
No more breathin', I shot out his lung
I'm prepared so let's go to war
He can't come through the city, he know that we on
Lil' brother, gon' shoot at his car
I got fifty a dome, but don't get me wrong
If he play, I'm gon' get him tomorrow
Told that ho leave me 'lone, keep callin' my phone
Unless she gon' give me the drop
We gon' send that boy up like a star
Yeah, got a Glock 23, if you're older
Than me, run up and watch how I squeeze
I got too many vibes, I cut off my side and told her I wanna be free
I was locked in a jam with nobody '
Round, they asked me if they could plea
Chopper got like a sound and when I pull '
Round, I know I'm gon' wake up the street
He gon' die if he speak on that gang
I'm like Curry, boy, I got no ring
Choppa bullets gon' knock off the paint
I advise you to stop chasin' that fame