[Intro]
Ay pass me that Glock right there
Uh-uh not the regular one, the one right there with the button on it (yuh)
(uh, uh)

[Verse 1]
(huh) These n***as mad I rap
Ridin' with a AP now
With a hundred some shots n' this bitch got a shoulder strap
Nah I ain't never been friendly
I don't fuck with these n***as tell them n***as they can keep that dap
N***as be dissing in songs, they know that its on
Don't tell when a n***a get clapped (uh)

[Chorus]
All out the window grrah
N***a we sendin' shit up to Casper
But n***a I ain't signin' no deal fuck rap
I'm still in the field with the gang gettin' active
Spinnin' the hobby for bullets on bodies
These n***a think I'm a regular rapper
I heard a opp n***a died who was dissin' on me
Rolled him up now I'm filled with laughter

[Verse 2]
If we can't find that lo' or get that call then fuck it we jus' gon' hunt
I can't bring my blick inside this bitch then fuck it i ain't gonna come
Last n***a ran so fast when we got on his ass
I thought we was chasing Gump
Don't get caught at the store when you know that it's smoke
Leave a n***a right by the pump (grrah)
Pull up and creep I ain't making no tweets
Bail out with Drac, walk up and dump
Blow out his mind check Channel 9
Watchin the news they said he was slump
These n***as know that its me who doin them drills
They can tell imma go on the run
I done lost count of them drills
How many of them n***as hit? I don't know its a ton

Bro want them dead that's nun
Kill them today then walk back til' its done
Fucked up in the head started killin' for fun
Took a break from the rap got my money and guns
We hit the blocks send shots they run
Pay me up front i ain't doing no fronts
Need more than thirty pop up with a drum
Opps outside tell 'em boys here we come

[Chorus]
All out the window grrah
Think I'm lyin' n***a jus' go ask em'
I know a n***a who died with his fire
And I know a n***a who went out blasting
You the type n***a who see your opps
Try to act blind and ride right past 'em
I'm the type n***a who see my opps, park the car jump out bag em'
[Verse 3]
I like Glocks with the buttons on the back grrah make em' shoot faster
Catch a n***a comin' out church when we gettin' off first
Leave a n***a right by the pastor
Sit at the trap with a load, try to tax on them bowls
Have fonem' gon' pull up and jack em'
They tried to spin on my bro, like he ain't gonna blow
Caught em' and fonem' clapped him

Hell yeah I heard what happened
Blew that pfft when he got caught lacking
Hit in his shit just for doing that bappin
Brr bow, made him crash in traffic
This ain't a Glock this a Drac in my jacket
Still will suit up, think i won't cause I'm rappin'?
We create packs another opp in the casket
Catch me a hat, catch a opp n***a lackin'