[Intro]
N***a ain't talkin' 'bout Glocks, you ain't talkin' 'bout nun'
You ain't talkin' 'bout Glocks, you ain't talkin' 'bout nun'

[Chorus]
Yeah, hop out, hop out, hop out (Hop out)
Hop out, Glocks out
Hop out, spin out the window
Fuck that n***a man, he ain't my kinfolk
Glock 22, I got from my bro
13, that's when I went and kicked my first door
I got the recipe, what you know?
Free Trick, you know that boy rock the score
Backdoor action, he ain't movin', he ain't got no traction
False claimin', the fuck is you stackin'?
Rockstar, hell nah, we ain't lackin'
You not in the streets, stop cappin'
You know that ain't nothin', bitch, I got the pack in
I fuck on a bitch with a french accent
Racks comin' in when I schlep a jackson

[Verse 1]
I don't want no dap, Trackhawk, slidin' down that street, matte black
Pass to the swoop, man, that ho a gnat-gnat
Real gangster, and you hang with the rats
Goyard bag, red and green beam, laser tag
Red flag, right round his gat
My partner, he billy, he keep screamin' "Blatt"
Caught that boy lackin', he get ate like a snack
Shot in the face, n***a, long livе snack
CeeDee Lamb like I'm Dak, young n***a walked his shit down 'cause hе ain't watch his back
I been had crack, Velly gave it to me in the book bag
Tellin' on they self on VLAD
Y'all n***as need to stop goin' out bad
Just beat the case, I was facin' an agg'
That a ho a dip, man, I'm really just glad
That boy gon' catch him a toe tag
I fucked her friend, they both mad
On my birthday, I want a ski mask
Boy, you ain't gangster, you not finna blast
Just stop that cryin', I don't care if you sad
Just got out county, My [?]
Oh, you talm 'bout some "Fuck Sum"?, you ain't mean that
I put the bond, n***a, pull up right now, I'm on my fuck shit, n***a, pipe down
Y'all ass, come clean, pussy, gotta switch the VIN
Catch 'em down bad, then I grab the F.N
Get some getback, n***a, fuck yo' dead men
Scammin' the bank, n***a, check me on cam
Bottom tail with the mobb, this the badlands
Last bag I dealt, I don't wanna hang with no n***as, fuck that camp
[Chorus]
Yeah, hop out, hop out, hop out (Hop out)
Hop out, Glocks out
Hop out, spin out the window
Fuck that n***a man, he ain't my kinfolk
Glock 22, I got from my bro
13, that's when I went and kicked my first door
I got the recipe, what you know?
Free Trick, you know that boy rock the score
Backdoor action, he ain't movin', he ain't got no traction
False claimin', the fuck is you stackin'?
Rockstar, hell nah, we ain't lackin'
You not in the streets, stop cappin'
You know that ain't nothin', bitch, I got the pack in
I fuck on a bitch with a french accent
Racks comin' in when I schlep a jackson

[Verse 2]
BL with some bitches in the mansion
Slaughterhouse, bitch, pull up
ARP, Cybertruck
He's a bitch, I know he gon' duck the fade
He ain't gon' hit, lil' n***a, then let's just gon' blade for blade
I'm tryna lock down, bad bitches comin' around, bad bitch, I'm hoin' her down
Buy her bag, she go for the pound
Black rose, diggy rack
Fuck friends, let's keep it like that
Play with the mobb, n***a get smacked
My bitch got a switch on her gat
She suckin' dick, crazy, she got the gap
Bitch, I'm poppin' out, chrome heart jacket
She givin' me pussy, n***a, I ain't even askin'
Man, what y'all wanna do? I don't give fuck, whoa, I'm a loose screw
He'll crash out here, he'll tote deuce-deuce
Now I got money, so I act brand new
Ha, I'm just flexin', gang got they weapon
Bad bitch from Texas, ass fat, she sexy
I ain't tryna talk about that old shit
I lock my hair up, I dropped the wicks
She freaked out, she gon' lick the tip
Damn, damn, she eat up the trip
Get you a fye and then let that bih' rip
Beyblade shit, his block got spent
Get you a bitch and then make the hoe sit
I smoke a blunt watch her her play with her clit
G.L.E. to the hellcat
[Outro]
(Cat, cat)
(Yeah, in a cat, whoa babywhoa yeah)