[Intro]
You ain't talkin' bout Glocks you ain't talkin' bout nothin' n***a
Ain't talkin' bout shit
Ain't talkin' bout shit n***a

[Chorus]
AR-15 on me knows you a shordy he still gotta automatic with the scope
And sometimes I be wanting speak on that night but I won't
I close my eyes and shoot the fye without no hope
Im naughty by nature Ion fuck wit' them folks
Dub all on you n***as mad cause I hang with some locs
This that solid gang shit you don't know what I know
Bitch I'm good in my hood you can't go were I go
Rugers, revolver that's all that I know
Why you think my name Glokk40? Cause I tote
Let that hoe try to buss you get cut like a rope
Ion' [?] but I crack him like some yolk
15 a felon strapped up in that dope hole
Im YBC Wipe the cell in some velcro
1800 slug you get caught in that hell hole
'Kap or Die' life I can't [?]
We the young n***as trappin' on that block
Yeah, we the young n***a beat em out they sock
Yeah we did are hot shit on 1800 hunnid block
Yeah I found my first gun on 1800 hunnid block
Brung that boy to the strip they shakin' out they socks
I ain't playing with no n***a catch em and they drop
Put the Glocks on they ass and line em with that chop
Know they wet the block up with out that fuckin' mop
You don't know how that feel to be stuck in that field
And brother got locked in that chain it get real
Let me touch you for suckin' my cock with that steel
Im protected by killers Ion' need no damn shield
How you wanna be a gangsta you told on yo peers
Put yo self in my shoes you don't know how it feel
All them n***as in the trap they gone rat they gon squeal
Put bananas in my clip we gon let that shit peel
I ain't gone play with you n***a ain't scared of no man
So you shot my partner man that can't be my man
All my n***as in the field strapped up with no mask
Grab this pocket rocket then I shoot for them bands
If yeen big like that n***a why you comin to the land?
I send some whoas we make them fuck n***as scram
Got talk to me cause I can't hear what you saying