[Intro]
SINGEONTHEBEAT
SINGE

[Verse 1]
Fuckin a thotty I fuck on that bitch
She suckin me slobby she suck on my dick
And I'm sippin on [?] I'm smokin a spliff
She touchin her body she know that I'm rich
And I'm up on the Glock he get popped like a zit
And lil shawty a thot she sound like a tic
Beyblade with the K bitch I let it rip
And I'm fuckin yo mane, I'm fuckin that bitch
Bitch I hop in the range and I get a stick
And I stay with my gang, bitch I'm with the shit
And I'm switchin the lane inside of this foreign
And I'm fuckin her face, shawty she foreign
Not runnin no fades 'cause that shit borin'
Bitch suckin' on me, they call me big Glocky
And I'm fuckin her Spanish while she call me poppy
And you said that you got it, then why you not poppin'?
But I'm up on the Glock you get hung like a stocking
And I'm not finna run, you know how I'm rockin
And I'm holdin' my tum, bitch you know that I spark it
Pull up, fah fah fah fah fah fah fah fah
Pull up with my gun that bitch go blah
Bitch I'm in the trap and I remix the pack
And yo shawty a [?] she throwin it back
Bitch I pull up to the trap and I aim at yo back
And he talk about racks, but I know it is cap
And I pull up on [?] that's cap
Boy that's cap, mm, boy that's capitan
Get hit with the strap when I bring my ratchet in (My ratchet in)
[Verse 2]
I got the pole, bitch get on the floor
Glock with a beam it's gone make him hit the woe
I'm sick of these n***as they all have disease
And the K with extension AK with a beam
And I'm leavin him missin', no puttin' asleep
Rest in piece I got a Glock
She get on her knees shawty a thot
And a strap with the heat see you better watch
And a Glock with a dick bitch I'm pullin my cock out
Bullets they hittin his lip watch it knock out
Bitch I'm on my rockstar, shit let me rock out
Bitch I'm on my block star shit in the trap house
That n***a gone skate when my n***as pop out
And she used to hate but she give me top now
Pull off in a rave, I'm droppin the top down
And we aim for yo face and shoot from the top down
Like bitch stay still stop runnin around
And the strap with the steel I'm gunnin them down
Bullets gone clap clap clap I got racks
Racks in the back got a strap in the back