[Intro]
G-L-O-C-K
Aye
The fuck
Aye
I’m so turnt up right now
Aye
On some fuck shit
Taliband
Paper route business

[Hook]
Young n***a six figures up
How the fuck you feel
I pulled up in a coupe
They thought I signed a deal
You don’t look familiar
Real recognize real
Bitch I’m money hungry
You know I can’t miss no meal
Why the fuck these n***as so lame, lame, lame
Knowin damn well they can’t hang with gang, gang, gang
Throwin bullets and [?] make it rain, rain, rain
I’m flexin so hard it’s a shame, shame, shame

[Verse: 1]
I’m runnin to the money
Bitch I feel like Usain (Bolt)
You talk down on my name
Bitch I [?]
Don’t talk down on the gang
The choppa sing [?]
Stove top Glock
Bitch you know I keep the flame
I need everythin
Bitch I feel like Jesse James
You talkin bout runnin up gwap
I’m on the same thing
You thinkin bout runnin up on me
You gone loose your brain
300 for some flip flops
They like what a shame
N***as talkin foul
I’ma take ‘em out the game
Stretch a fuck n***a
Then I’m goin at his chain
N***as talkin foul
I’ma take ‘em out the game
Stretch a fuck n***a
Then I’m goin at his chain

[Hook]
Young n***a six figures up
How the fuck you feel
I pulled up in a coupe
They thought I signed a deal
You don’t look familiar
Real recognize real
Bitch I’m money hungry
You know I can’t miss no meal
Why the fuck these n***as so lame, lame, lame
Knowin damn well they can’t hang with gang, gang, gang
Throwin bullets and [?] make it rain, rain, rain
I’m flexin so hard it’s a shame, shame, shame

[Verse: 2]
VVS diamonds
Drippin on my sleeve and collar
Never been a trick
I keep my stick like Harry Potter
I said VVS diamonds drippin on my sleeve and collar
Never been a trick
I keep my stick like Harry Potter
N***as plottin, watchin
Pulled up as I dropped it
Bitches jaws dropping
Smoke kush, I’m a Rasta
No, I’m no pill popper
Big rocks look like fossil
Shit drippin like faucet
This shit get colossal
This shit get colossal
Ain’t no talkin
I’ll off ‘em
Ain’t no talkin
I’ll off ‘em
I play with fields of that green
Like I’m golfin

[Hook]
Young n***a six figures up
How the fuck you feel
I pulled up in a coupe
They thought I signed a deal
You don’t look familiar
Real recognize real
Bitch I’m money hungry
You know I can’t miss no meal
Why the fuck these n***as so lame, lame, lame
Knowin damn well they can’t hang with gang, gang, gang
Throwin bullets and [?] make it rain, rain, rain
I’m flexin so hard it’s a shame, shame, shame