[Chorus]
Green dot on my fucking Glock, let it pop
I don't fuck with opps, run up you get dropped
I-I-I can't fuck with y'all, y'all talk to the cops
Y'all be sippin' fake lean, claim y'all sippin' wock
Say you gonna pull up, you just talk talk talk
P-p-pull up with them choppas then them shits go gratata
And you gonna have to kill me if you want me to stop, I'm on top

[Verse]
Y-y-y-yeah your bitch giving top
Her head game so weak, have her back if you want
Broke that bitch back, then I passed her on
Yeah I hit that bitch up in my Saint Laurent
No I do not fuck with cops, d-d-do not fuck with opps
Yeah you is a goofy boy, d-d-don't get your ass robbed
Yeah, uh, on my Glock, got that green dot
Aim between his eyes, uh, one wrong move he get popped
Pour the lean in my pop, kill that boy and his pops
Told the bitch to kick rocks, yeah
Wearing Gucci flip flops, yeah
Run down on me, that's another life lost
That's another lesson learned
Yeah I put him in an urn
Oh he did me wrong, well I did him worse
Yeah my life crazy, I am really blessed with a curse
Yeah that bitch had me mad, when she was asking for a purse
Yeah she text me for the dick uh, that bitch is so thirsty
Pour the wock in my beverage, when I get a lil thirsty
Yeah I'm out in the whip, ridin' around with my 30
Couple homi's on it, yeah, my Glock is so dirty
Yeah your bitch, she so flirty
You broke, yeah, you make McFlurries
[Chorus]
Green dot on my fucking Glock, let it pop
I don't fuck with opps, run up you get dropped
I-I-I can't fuck with y'all, y'all talk to the cops
Y'all be sippin' fake lean, claim y'all sippin' wock
Say you gonna pull up, you just talk talk talk
P-p-pull up with them choppas then them shits go gratata
And you gonna have to kill me if you want me to stop, I'm on top

[Outro]
Yeah-y-y-y
I'm on top
Yeah-y-y-y
I'm really on top
Yeah-y-y-y
You gon have to kill me, if you want me to stop
Yeah-y-y-y
Yeah, want me to stop
Yeah-y-y-y
Yeah, they want me stop, yeah