[Intro]
(Biinx, you a fool)

[Chorus]
Glocks, hundred-round drums
More money came in at once
I hope he ain't tryna get dumb
Smoke a n***a like Runtz
Bobbalam couldn't even show me more money then me, why should I give a fuck?
Rapper ah n***a keep tryna rap like me, but God, nobody's like us

[Verse]
We leave shit on the curb by the bus
Turn that n***a into dust
All of these bloggers be talkin' 'bout me, but I ain't hearin' nonthin'
I think I might be the one
I think I might be the one to get a shirt when these n***as slumped
And then say, 'Rest in piss, bitch"
I'm glad we put you up

[Bridge]
I'm glad we did it to 'em
I've been tryna shoot 'em
I've been tryna see him
Bet they better not lose 'em
I bet them boys are seeing 'em
[Chorus]
Glocks, hundred-round drums
More money came in at once
I hope he ain't tryna get dumb
Smoke a n***a like Runtz
Bobbalam couldn't even show me more money then me, why should I give a fuck?
Rapper ah n***a keep tryna rap like me, but God, nobody's like us
Glocks, hundred-round drums
More money came in at once
I hope he ain't tryna get dumb
Smoke a n***a like Runtz
Bobbalam couldn't even show me more money then me, why should I give a fuck?
Rapper ah n***a keep tryna rap like me, but God, nobody's like us