[Intro]
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy-ayy, ayy (Glah, glah)
High school dropout, I got the Glock out
Ayy, they know how I rock out
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse]
High school dropout, I got the Glock out
Diss school, FaceTime the opps, tell 'em, "Pop out"
Slide through they shit, no, they is not out
I just broke up with my bitch 'cause it's hot out
Pull up block bound, Hemis and Glocks
Remis and thots, you better watch how you bendin' the block
You fuck around, catch unlimited shits, glah, glah (Glah, glah, glah, glah, glah)
I do not lie in my rhyme, I do not lie on my dick
I do not lie on the guys, I see a opp, I'ma spazz
Switch on that bitch, make him crash, ayy
Spent money on guns, tell 'em I'm down to my last
Bam got smoked, we allergic to squares
I keep a gun, I ain't goin' out sad
Keep smokin' out opps 'til we down to our last
We got them Glocks with them beams and shit
Red and blue and green and shit
Guns big as me, I ain't seen this shit
Do a drill, I ain't nеver gonna clean the stick
Thеy thought I'd never get rich, my opps sick
All black whips behind the tint
They keep dyin', we never get hit
You know we ain't hidin', we always [?]
We do not beef on the 'net, we do not over hoes that's stressed
Don't tolerate no disrespect
You out of line, we leavin' you wherever we at
Foenem'll do it wherever we at
Fan it out if it's some smoke in the air
Dude got hit, now he roll in a chair
We tryna kill all the smoke in the air
Don't come around with your shit on, you just might be a lick, foenem'll get on
Just bought a G-lock, Von, put the switch on
Thirty of you got somethin' for me to get on