[Intro]
Duun dun dun dun
Fuck wrong with these n***as man
Goddamn

[Hook]
Glock 26 for the summer time
You don't got a stick but you know that I'm tucking mine
You plottin' on me you must've lost yo' fuckin' mind
Bitch I stay on the phone, no, I'm not really hard to find
Talkin' real tough on the net now he cryin'
We slid on that shit with that fire, his homie died
Killin' his homies, call that shit a homiecide
He said he was ready—I guess that he lied

[Verse]
Fuck n***a broke so he hatin' now
His BM, in my BNB waitin' on me
They know I don't say shit, I just spray it homie
Leave him stankin' leave that fuck n***a layin' low
Want me on yo' song, fuck n***a you payin' for it
You say you a plug but you just the aux cord
Rob a goofie even though he the aux cord
Pull up, foreign, no, it don't need a aux cord
Two Glocks, just like Max Payne
.50 cal on me, that bitch hit a airplane
I got a rifle that will stop a freight train
Boom boom, headshot, now he don't got a brain
I'ma kill for my dogs, no, this shit not a game
We cut from different cloth, no, we not built the same
Had to switch up the flow, I had too many lames
Do this shit for the guap, give a fuck 'bout the fame
I'm at yo' hood, shootin' shit like the range
Who this n***a in the trap? He look strange
Try some shit, and you gon' meet yo' fate
Shooter in the cut, ducked off with the drac'
These n***as not street, they sweet like cake
Two hunnid on the dash and I don't use the brakes
Told on my ass but I still keep it straight
Choppa with some double d's and we goin' on a date
[Hook]
Glock 26 for the summer time
You don't got a stick but you know that I'm tucking mine
You plottin' on me you must've lost yo' fuckin' mind
Bitch I stay on the phone, no, I'm not really hard to find
Talkin' real tough on the net now he cryin'
We slid on that shit with that fire, his homie died
Killin' his homies, call that shit a homiecide
He said he was ready—I guess that he lied