[Intro]
That n***a ain't shit, he talk about Tec (Uh-huh)
Pull up with the Glick, we split up his neck, ayy (Fah, fah, fah)
Pull up with AK, hop on a [?]
Mayday, choppa, it's singing' like Ray J
My n***a gang bang, Darkie, it leave you bloodstained
We take his money like blue gang
Fuck on your boo thang, takin' a blue [?] (Chang)
I got the bands in my clan like Wu-Tang
But n***as, it's insane, sendin' these shots to his main frame
The bullets, they fuck up his membrane
Bitch, I'm not talkin', I'm shootin' on s-
Glocky (Prodigal)
Yeah
Go, uh, yeah, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse]
I got a mop, bitch I got a tool
Pull up with the Glock, it chew him like food
If that n***a talk, end up on the news
I get to the guap, I sit up the blues (Fah fah, fah fah)
If that n***a pop, then he in a tomb
I pull up his spot, I shoot up the room
I ball with the mop, that bih' go boom (Fah)
I got the stain (Fah), n***a, zoom
He say that I'm lame, n***a, who?
He say that he bang, n***a, shoot
He not in the paint, that n***a don't hoop
Pull up with the K, I'm shootin' like hoop
And she give me face right in my coupe
Get shot in the face if that n***a fool
If that n***a play, then my n***as shoot
These n***as be gay, these n***as be fruit (Ha-ha)
The glizzy, it's splittin' this [?] Jew
The bullets, they rip him, don't bust in and chew
These n***as, they pussy, ain't dumpin' no tool
I'm uppin' the Glock, you ain't runnin' them juice
That n***a get shot with a big-ass bullet (Baow)
I was in middle school shootin' at bullies
I pour me the double, I bet that I pull it
You talkin' a lot, but that n***a won't do it
Like boy, I'm Big Lazy, you know that I flex (Uh-huh)
She all on my dick, she know that I'm next
That n***a ain't shit, he talk about Tec (Uh-huh)
Pull up with the Glick, we split up his neck, ayy (Fah, fah, fah)
Pull up with AK, hop on a [?]
Mayday, choppa, it's singing' like Ray J
My n***a gang bang, Darkie, it leave you bloodstained
We take his money like blue gang
Fuck on your boo thang, takin' a blue [?] (Chang)
I got the bands in my clan like Wu-Tang
But n***as, it's insane, sendin' these shots to his main frame
The bullets, they fuck up his membrane
Bitch, I'm not talkin', I'm shootin' on sight
Like twenty-three shots, I'm shootin' like Mike
But he not on the block, he rap on the mic
Walk down, run down, creepin' in night
Bitch, I'm with the choppa, I'm servin' 'em pies
That n***a brought a knife to a gunfight (Yeah)
Pull up with the pipe, now that n***a ten tie
It looks like a type, boy that n***a's son died, ayy (Huh?)
I got a Glock on me, uh (Ha-ha)
I got the guap on me, uh (Fah, fah)
I got a thot on me, uh (Glocky)
You get the shot on me, uh (Chang, chang)
N***a strap pot on me, uh (Ha-ha)
N***a bleed how I bleed, uh
You no blood, I bleed, uh (Slatt)
Leave his body in the street (Slatt, slatt, slatt)
[Outro]
(Prodigal)