[Intro]
(It's Surreal Gang Lil Bitch)
Woah, woah, woah

[Chorus]
Glock on him for nothin'
Chillin' in the crib, you know that hydro bussin'
Bring me Tussin', no, n***a know I can't touch it
Big fat ass, yeah, my bitch lil' booty shit bussin'
I get a check, yeah, I get these checks for nothin'
I blow a check, yeah, I blow these checks for nothin'
I'm just pouncing, yeah, that Glock, that sing like Usher

[Verse]
.45 tucked, yea it say "sum'n, sum'n, sum'n, sum'n"
Say you want smoke, boy I know you not on nun
Red beam, gun stick to his face lookin' like some gum
I pop pills, n***a, I don't know nothin' else
If I get locked up then my bitch gon' pay that bail
If we get pulled over my bitch put it in her bra
Left the Glock at home, my n***as they right on call
I'on got no aim, n***a might fuck around shoot yo' balls
I pop a 325, might throw that in my Wock
You need some XO, n***a, then come on let's go shop
I was lookin' for a AR-15 but I got a lil' Glock
I was lookin' for the Draco but my n***a got that shit on him
Yeah, keep that stick lil' boy, might drop them lil' bombs on 'em
If they don't sell me no pods at the store then I might shoot it up
Off that perc boy, know I'm bustin' boy I'm booted up
Sippin' Wock, I ain't sippin no Kool-Aid, cuh
My bitch keep her booty up
Tell my side hoe, come and toot it up
She gon' suck me while I'm zooted up
And my main ho wanna snort coke off my dick
Dior Daze, make that money flip
N***as know I get that check, then I flip it
N***as know I get that check, then I flip it