[Intro]
Gang (Yuh)
Oh, yeah (Yuh)
Hraa, Graah
Aye, Hundo (On God, boy)
Yeen talm' 'bout Glock's, Yeen talm' 'bout nothin' (Yeen talm' 'bout shit, n***a)
Oh, yeah (On God)
Hraa, Oh, yeah
You know I'm gettin' faded with it

[Chorus]
It could be the day you get left, double F in this bitch so I came with the mob (Fah, fah)
And this Draco on me got 'em jumping and glitching, potato barrel get 'em all (Gang, gang)
And this glizzy on me, I ain't going out bad 'bout a bitch so I keep me a saw (No cap)
And it's EBK, RTK pull up, we takin' everything, y'all n***as know what I'm on (On God)
Trap-down, .50, go get you a Smith & Wesson with a .30 (I need that)
He talkin' all hot, we ain't showin' no mercy (No cap)
Burnt out bitches tweakin' off the perkys
Infrared beam on the Kel-Tec, lurkin'
Hoe like to fuck me, that's how we be flirtin' (Get back)
N***as be tellin' right behind the curtain (Get back)
Put the fye on em', n***a, that's for certain, gang, gang

[Verse 1]
Shot 'em his the face, the bitch start squirmin'
Wanna be gang?, you gotta put the work in (No cap, no cap)
Put in that work, I might just put the word in (Fah, fah)
Ain't loving no bitch, a n***a started curving (Curving)
Run out the trap, a n***a started serving (Fuck is you talm' 'bout?)
Think I'm a pussy? got the wrong person
No on my body leave a n***a hurtin'
Glock stay tight to me just like a virgin (Yah, yah, yah)
That n***a keep lookin', push-up, what's the issue?
Them boys havin' shootouts, that was confidential
Slime the plug out, wipe his nose with the tissue (Slime 'em)
Wrote the n***a story just like a pencil (Slime 'em)
Ain't go to school, I ain't touching utensils
When I'm in the bitty touching on pistols
Glock got a cycle, n***a, I ain't gentle (No cap, no cap)
Got out the Buick, 40 turn em' mental (Gang, gang)
[Chorus]
It could be the day you get left, double F in this bitch so i came with the mob (Fah, fah)
And this Draco on me got 'em jumping and glitching, potato barrel get 'em all (Gang, gang)
And this glizzy on me, I ain't goin out bad 'bout a bitch so I keep me a saw (Oh, yeah)
And its EBK, RTK pull up, we takin' everything, y'all n***as know what I'm on (Get down)
Trap-down, .50, go get you a Smith & Wesson with a .30 (Trap)
He talkin' all hot, we ain't showin' no mercy (Showin' him-)
Burnt out bitches tweakin' off the perkys
Infrared beam on the Kel-Tec, lurkin'
Hoe like to fuck me, that's how we be flirtin' (No cap)
N***as be tellin' right behind the curtain (Curtains)
Put the fye on em', n***a, that's for certain, gang, gang (Bah, bah)

[Verse 2]
Sissy ass n***a, boy, he sentimental
RTK n***as chase 'em out the temple
Why all the shootas band in like a pretzel? (Bitch)
Keep me a rocket, I ain't finna let 'em (No cap)
Me and Kilo bein' riders forever (No cap)
Came to the hood, he got put in a blender (Oh, yeah)
That's what you get for tryna be a stepper (Oh, yeah)
Stay out the way cause we applying pressure (Pressure, pressure)
Don't fuck with no n***as, that's why I keep semi-autos in my hand
Bad lil bitch, I treat her like a fan
Talkin' that hot, I popped 'em off a xan
We with the n***as kickin' Jackie Chan (No cap)
Me and Lilo, we ain't fuckin with jake
Free all my brothers locked up in the can
Kilo be touching n***as with the pan
Wishing he would, I'm wishing that he ran
I was the n***a poppin' rubberbands
I was the n***a poppin' for a band
Damn I hit em', yo, I'm finna go ham
Then I hit yo man for 38 gram
Keep me a glizzy, giving him a chance
Don't wanna beat a n***a, that's the plan
Told my lil' bitch that I love her to death but I see other hoes from time and time again
Shot me a pistol, feelin' like a man
Chain gang, fuck em, goin' back again
You ain't touchin' my brother, better switch the plan
Shit done got hot, they turnin' on the fan
Glizzy too hot, this shit done got a tan
Friendly ass n***a, make a n***a change
1800 thugga making bitches glance, yeah, on god
Fuck a fingerprint, ain't finna get scanned
Me and my glizzy itchin' off the ram
Air the block out and watch the n***a ran
Shoot at a opp but n***a its a spam
Failed the D.T's, n***a, fuck an exam
Hundreds and 20's, make a pussy dance
Slime me a n***a, now I'm touchin' boogers
Ain't gon' lie, I fell in love with a hooker
She ate the dick up, I don't know how i took her
Big .45 we turn em' to a cooker
Bad lil' thot, I don't know I shook her
Shot at the three, I'm shooting Devin Booker
Boy tried to rob me, n***a, he a rookie
Smokin' on purp and I'm smoking on cookie
3 clips long, I put 'em in a movie
She ate the dick up, she thought it was a smoothie
New Glock 40 touchin' on a toolie
True bands with me, feelin' like I'm truey, gang
[Outro]
Gang, gang
Yeen talm' 'bout Glock's, yeen talm' 'bout nothin', n***a
On god