[Intro]
Yeah, man, y'all n***as stay tryna be me man
Half y'all n***as can't even see me, y'all n***as still tryna be me, man
That shit crazy, man, y'all n***as ass stupid, man
And I'm Lil Glokk 40 so you know I be popping out n***a
It ain't hard to find me, yeah

[Verse]
Ruger's and automatics with extensions, I bless 'em
N***a play pussy, get put in that blender
I'm a real street n***a, I can't fuck with no heifer
The choppa with me everywhere that I go that bit' stand in my sweater
I been strapped the fuck up, I was never no wrestler
Better back the fuck up, I hit you with the heat, no jalapeno pepper
N***a know that we get extra
Find out where the n***a stay and send his mama letters
I dropped the whole pound like a feather
Electrical shock the whole crowd like Coachella
When I hit the block, I scrap the bit' with the metal
And he say he run this block but I can do better
And my brother hang with shredders, bet they fight mutants together
Slide with the stick, I pop off any n***a any fuckin weather, yeah
On cambelton I'm riding with a stick, this that first 48, welcome to the block, bitch
Pussy n***a ever play with me, he get his top lift
They got 20 on his head, man, I hope I don't miss
N***a playing with the gang, that's how n***as get exposed
N***a telling on the gang, that's how n***as getting rolled
Then they comin to the block like a n***a had just fold
There gon' be a cold summer right there on the flat show (Mmm, yeah)
We'll push up on a n***a, hit a n***a in his face, take his mothafuckin' brace away, oh yuh
Bring them sticks to the trap, every young n***a got a pole and it tote AK's, oh yuh
Bring the mutants to the trap then we get 'em out gone then we get 'em in, andale, oh yuh
We don't care what you bang, we don't care who you is, we'll do yo ass the worse way, oh yuh
We gon' pop out the cut and get right with them boys
And a n***a trapping, I been Glokk to the core
Catch a n***a lacking, put 'em down in all fours
Bring that hoe in reality just like jersey shores
I been poppin' the fye, my finger itching sore
Met a stripper bitch, said she dancing out her lore
Lil white bitch, she look like Bella Thorne
Crack the Hennessy bottle, take it out and pour it
Had a took the 30 round and make a n***a jump
While the bullet hit the block, pull them sticks out the trunk
Real block life, pussy ass n***a get stomped
Me and Baby Mexico ain't hanging with no skump
Chop the head up now he look like a mump
Think I'm playing with Glock 40, must be drunk
Scissor kick the n***a just like Jackie Chan and Chris Tucker, I'm an angry motherfucker
Red zone, n***a, can't come round my way
Man, cantrell roll, 1800 where we slay
And shout out 3 pools, yeah, right there on Yellow Lake
N***as like you, they get put on that plate
Soft ass n***a better make some shake, if you don't then yo ass gon' be left with that belly ache
Life that we living, it's a miss a mate, better do what you can or get put in that crate
0 zone, we ain't got no zone, from the 4 zone but I ain't had no home
Real Glokk life, I don't wanna be alone
I'm a real street n***a, we don't get along
Ain't no back and forth, n***a, ain't no ping pong
And the shit that I'm rapping it ain't a sing-along
We'll put that fye to 'em, get his ass gone (Gone)
Lil Glokk 40, we ain't finna go home (Nawl)