[Chorus]
Glock like a weave 'cause it came with extensions
Thuggin' online give a fuck 'bout a mention
These n***as be typin' but quiet in person
Or maybe they mad they bitch swallow my children
Maybe they mad that they bitch on my dick?
Maybe they mad how I get to the chips?
Either way I got these fuck n***as on pissed
Bitch I'm livin' life that's a thousand on the kicks

[Verse 1]
And you know I keep a pocket rocket
For you n***as pocket watchin' stop the talkin'
Remember hard days now a young n***a ballin'
Cash out on the lot new whip what I'm coppin'
I had to run up some bands
Hatin' motherfuckers in the plan
Sayin' I can't when I am
Came a long way from the mud now I pop bands, when I want 'cause I can
Can't trust no n***a fuck the fake shit
You ain't talk about n***a that's some lame shit
I been running up a sack I be gettin' paid bitch
Had to go and clear my path know I had a lane switch
New whip, no keys
Big body, real mean
Big Glock, nineteen
Big shot, Big beam