Lyrics
Yeah, yuh, see I'm sayin'?
Huh, huh, yeah!, flrrt, flrrt!
Yeah, I just doubled up on everything
Bitch, I just took that boy down, he's a stain
Gun on my back, like I was born in Ukraine
Tailor made jacket, got this out of Spain
Hundred round drum, this bitch look like two zero's
Glock to his face, told him, "Don't be no hero"
He's just an actor, like Robert De Niro
Rich junkie, fucked around, sipped all the syrup
I see lil' Glokk when I look in the mirror
Trackhawk, pulled up, now them boys gotta peel
I'm outside, on the block, catch me a kill
Hit that boy so damn hard, knocked out his grill
Huh, no cap, stop playin'
On the ten
He ain't got that Glock on him, boy, they lackin'
I was just broke as the fuck, they was laughin'
Peel out on tour, man, I do them so nasty
Bitch in my face, this bitch eatin' off the accent
I'm geeked off drop, and I told her I'm blasted
You got a whole pint of drop? That's fantastic
She break her neck every time I'm in Saks Fifth
Don't got no Glock, they got tired of that tactic
Glock in my pants, but my seatbelt fastened
Kinda like the dope game, got me distracted
Slidin' in a T-Rex, shit like Jurassic
Hit with the vamps, don't care how long he lastin'
Nigga turned him hotbox, they did that for passion
Brudda catch a vine in that blunt, tell him pass it
Vampires, vamp life, he ain't talm 'bout nun
Get right, yeah, I'on really do the fist fight
Yeah, I'm out with war, midnight
Fuck that bitch, I try to gaslight
Yeah, I'm with the gang like band fight
They don't throw up nun', but gang signs
Glock, switch, on my waistline (Glock, switch)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Talm 'bout Glocks, you talm 'bout nothing
You talm 'bout Glocks, huh, tah
Fuck it, you know that I'm ridin' with that steel
Tah, huh, nigga, they facin' 15, I fought with Brian Steele
They know that I don't like to fight, but I knock the boy out Holyfield