MrBlackOnDaTrack

[Chorus]
I'm tryna hop out wit’ that Glock out and jus' get straight to work
N***as be talkin shit until we put they face on a shirt
Tell me how he gon' talk shit when the bitch facin’ the dirt
These n***as pussy as a bitch, I'm boutta take 'em to church
Choppa a phone call away, it's up, I give 'em the word
Press the button, he pull up, and he gon' shit on the curb
Them n***as act like they be out, but they be lost when we swerve
He ain't 'bout the shit I’m ’bout, don't give a fuck what he heard

[Verse 1]
Stop tellin’ lies like you tryna step
These n***as outchea hidin', everyday my n***as slidin', tryna catch a fuckin' body
We let that Glock off constantly, I’m tryna leave 'em sloppy
Pussy n***a you can't run from me, somebody tell 'em stop it
Glocks, .38s, choppas, yeah them my favorite options
Plug callin', I'm shoppin'
More meds than a doctor
And this shit got me slobbin', I sip off the baby bottle
And this shit got me slobbin', I sip off the baby bottle
Jus' got some brand new money, so I got some brand new problems
Jus' got some brand new opps, so I got some brand new choppas
Jus' got a brand new bitch and she got a brand new swallow
We gon' [?] that bitch family, he can't get a brand new momma
[Chorus]
I'm tryna hop out wit' that Glock out and jus' get straight to work
N***as be talkin shit until we put they face on a shirt
Tell me how he gon' talk shit when the bitch facin' the dirt
These n***as pussy as a bitch, I'm boutta take 'em to church
Choppa a phone call away, it's up, I give 'em the word
Press the button, he pull up, and he gon' shit on the curb
Them n***as act like they be out, but they be lost when we swerve
He ain't 'bout the shit I'm 'bout, don't give a fuck what he heard