[Intro]
Hey, Glumboy

[Verse 1: SKYTE]
Said you making bands, but you not
You a damn lie
For that you get blamed with the Glock
Bitch I’m anti, I don’t even stand with the flock
You can't come alone lil bitch
Bring yo friends to the spot
I'm the man with the guap
Shooting too much
Hope this pistol do not jam when I pop
Pockets full of cash
I had to put them bands in my sock
They gon' run it up
Even if I don’t plan when I drop
You ain’t like me then
But now you like me standing on top
I ain't have no one to hold me down (To hold me down)
Making music was my only out (My only out)
Way I got so many sons?
Bitch, I’m so damn proud
Why yo bitch stay up on me? It got me like holy cow
Fuck her once and then I told that hoe get out
She said that we gotta talk I'm like, “What about?”
Claiming she don’t want mе for the clout
Bitch get the fuck up out my housе
Riding in a fish bowl, you looking like Klaus
What you got on, bitch on I don’t got a doubt
Yo bitch doing what I say, so I don’t even gotta shout
Back then I was so broke, bitch look at me now
Bitch look at me now, bitch look at me now
Bitch look at me now, bitch look at me now
Bitch look at me now, bitch look at me now
Bitch look at me now, bitch look at me now
[Verse 2: Slayer77]
Too much mobbers
We hang with the mobbers
That boy talking down we turn 'em into Grabba
Yuh, she gon' shake it like maracas
Ima miss that hoe and her big knockers
No you cannot stop us
We got like too many choppers
Choppa send 'em to the doctor
Everybody thinking I'm a monster
I'm the one who shot ya
Green on me like a 'rasta
Hold the stick like a rockstar
That bitch is a good topper