[Intro]
Yeah-ah-ah
Yeah-ah-ooh-ooh-ooh

[Chorus]
Got a Glock in my lap, lil' bitch, you ain't safe
And I'm sippin' on lean but this shit is laced
Feel like Kurtains with them tracksuits, aim at his face
Little bitch, I don't like you, you're a little disgrace
Got a Glock in my lap, lil' bitch, you ain't safe
And I'm sippin' on lean but this shit is laced
Feel like Kurtains with them tracksuits, aim at his face
Little bitch, I don't like you, you're a little disgrace

[Verse]
I'm so cocky, n***a, I got seven rings
I just pulled up to your town and your bitch, she wanna link
I was talking to this bitch, she put Xannies in my drinks
All this liquor in my body, I don't think that I can think (Uh-huh)
But that's okay
Me and gang pulling up to your birthday
Bitch, I'm speeding in the droptop, highway
I can hear these n***as hate, don't care what they say (Fye)
Old friends, yeah, they see me on the front page
Magazine, interviews, yeah, your loves fake
You be on some bullshit, I can't associate
Lil' n***a, music trash, you can't get on stage
Paparazzi, yeah, they everywhere
This shit blindin' me, I can't see a thing
Dude was doubting me, now I'm a fuckin' king
I make more than your fucking dad and I just fucking sing
[Chorus]
Got a Glock in my lap, lil' bitch, you ain't safe
And I'm sippin' on lean but this shit is laced
Feel like Kurtains with them tracksuits, aim at his face
Little bitch, I don't like you, you're a little disgrace
Got a Glock in my lap, lil' bitch, you ain't safe
And I'm sippin' on lean but this shit is laced
Feel like Kurtains with them tracksuits, aim at his face
Little bitch, I don't like you, you're a little disgrace

[Outro]
It's really funny 'cause like my opps really cannot escape me
Like whenever I drop, like, SoundCloud just puts a notification, like, they're gonna see it, like, ha (Fye)