[Intro]
Boom, boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom
Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom
Fuck that Glock .23, I'm tryna use that .30
Big .30
(K4 produced it)
Baow-baow-baow-baow-baow
Pull up to that boy mama, shoot up where he stay (Grrt, grrt, grrt)
P right, huh?
Grrt, Baow-baow-baow, grrt, grrt

[Chorus]
Fuck that Glock .23, I'm tryna use that .30
You got that bag up on yo' head, he pull up where you stay
And to that dead n***a, that got hit up, up in his face
Wasn't even my work, so I ain't gon' speak up on that fucking case
I'll make a junkie drink a beer, speak on gang and you get killed
Put you on Union Street, now your back under some fuckin' damn wheels
Same n***a front on gang, that same n***a gon' get drilled
N***a, fuck yo' gang and I'll blow his head off all on the fucking damn steering wheel

[Verse 1]
Why the fuck you keep on calling my damn phone? Bitch
Ain't you a grown bitch?
I just want some dome, bitch
If you think I'ma bone you, bitch, they way it spray, it's a hundred percent
Weed got me smoking, choking and shit
I'ma gangster, I'm steady reloading my shit
When a car pass, I'm just holding my shit
Catch that boy, explode to the bitch
If he run, then my choppa gon' click
If a opp pass, I'ma spray at the bitch
With a AR, thought I had me a lick
No Ludacris, I'ma knock off his wig
4KTre Murda Bih
That boy evil here, aim all at your kid
[Chorus]
Fuck that Glock .23, I'm tryna use that .30
You got that bag up on yo' head, he pull up where you stay
And to that dead n***a, that got hit up, up in his face
Wasn't even my work, so I ain't gon' speak up on that fucking case
I'll make a junkie drink a beer, speak on gang and you get killed
Put you on Union Street, now your back under some fuckin' damn wheels
Same n***a front on gang, that same n***a gon' get drilled
N***a, fuck yo' gang and I'll blow his head off all on the fucking damn steering wheel
[Verse 2]
Bitch, I'm on my body
I'm on my top
Talkin' out your body them hallows will rip your top
Like a snake, bitch, I'm a python, I'll pull up send a drop
Pussy bitch n***a just bad 'cause I got diamonds, bitch, don't flop
Fake ass pop sews
N***a, you ain't no gangster, n***a stop
On your every sudden move
Pussy bitch n***a like you a clock
Plus, I'm smokin' on this juice, this shit so poo
COS, got your bitch up on my cock
Ain't no beef if you ain't kill none of the opps

[Chorus]
Fuck that Glock .23, I'm tryna use that .30 (.30)
You got that bag up on yo' head, he pull up where you stay (Bah-bah)
And to that dead n***a, that got hit up, up in his face (Bah)
Wasn't even my work, so I ain't gon' speak up on that fucking case
I'll make a junkie drink a beer, speak on gang and you get killed
Put you on Union Street, now your back under some fuckin' damn wheels
Same n***a front on gang, that same n***a gon' get drilled
N***a, fuck yo' gang and I'll blow his head off all on the fucking damn steering wheel