[Hook: DJ Paul]
It goes one Glock, two Glocks, three Glocks, four
Left 'em tired on the motherfucking floor
Hit ’em, hit 'em for the same dope I just had delivered
I ain't a Cocaine Cowboy, I’m a Indian Giver
Gimmi back my dope, bitch, gimmi back my dope
Gimmi back my dope, bitch, gimmi back my dope
Gimmi back my dope, bitch, gimmi back my dope
Gimmi back my dope, bitch, gimmi back my dope

[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
I'm that n***a that be ridin' 'round clean [?]
I think you n***as think I'm rich [?]
I'ma pull up in a Charger or a Lambo [?]
In the club VIP, goin' ham [?]
[?] 'round town [?] get you comfortable
The whole time we tryin’ to hit you for yo valuables
Got him thinkin’ I'm da man, I’m the plug-ah
On the forreal-ah my n***a, I'ma mug 'em
What you needin', boss? I got it for the super-low
So we can [?] and we come back and get it though
Trick be trustin’ me? You a damn fool
Memphis n***a - bald head, gold teeth and tattoos

[Hook: DJ Paul]
It goes one Glock, two Glocks, three Glocks, four
Left 'em tired on the motherfucking floor
Hit 'em, hit 'em for the same dope I just had delivered
I ain't a Cocaine Cowboy, I'm a Indian Giver
Gimmi back my dope, bitch, gimmi back my dope
Gimmi back my dope, bitch, gimmi back my dope
Gimmi back my dope, bitch, gimmi back my dope
Gimmi back my dope, bitch, gimmi back my dope
[Verse 2: Crunchy Black]
Gimmi back my dope bitch, back my dope bitch
And I hope you n***a you can quote me
With "Let's Make A Stang"
And I'm robbin' you for the same thang
That I dropped off to yo fuckin' ass
This a robbery n***a, no mask
And I'm lookin' for that motherfuckin' cash
Gimmi back my dope bitch - that's my shit!

[Verse 3: Koopsta Knicca]
Don't nobody talk shit, cause everybody know me
I be's the pill dude, blow man, dope man
On that very day you got robbed last year
Make you take all yo clothes off, get from 'round here!
Hundred round clip, don't trip, it's over
I'ma act a damn fool like I'm super bipolar
Sawed-off put some work in, I went and retrieved it
Then bought me some sizzurp, kush weed my n***a

[Hook: DJ Paul]
It goes one Glock, two Glocks, three Glocks, four
Left 'em tired on the motherfucking floor
Hit 'em, hit 'em for the same dope I just had delivered
I ain't a Cocaine Cowboy, I'm a Indian Giver
Gimmi back my dope, bitch, gimmi back my dope
Gimmi back my dope, bitch, gimmi back my dope
Gimmi back my dope, bitch, gimmi back my dope
Gimmi back my dope, bitch, gimmi back my dope
[Verse 4: Lord Infamous]
Massacre, massacre
Lord Infamous and I'm asking for da - stash
I blast, you better come up with some cash
So drop it [?] trick empty yo damn pocket
I'm shootin' the miniature rockets
So busta yo ass best to stop it
The Glock clickin' know that I got somethin' for ya - the slug in da chamber
Crackin' a n***as damn skull may be the result of the infamous anger
So are you slippin' you suckers, you best to keep keepin' an eye on them windows
Scarecrow is on the jack stroll, n***a I'm kickin' in da doors
And you hoes, I'll take your motherfuckin' pocketbooks
Criminals like the Scarecrow give no shit trick cause we real crooks
I'll take your ends, your drugs, your life and your jewelry
Look into the Scarecrow got them 20 gauge of fury
And if you wanna turn around and look at my face
I'll let your ass see how motherfuckin' lead taste
Slippin' ass n***as yo you best to take your ass to school
My first words are "Drop it off your ass fool"

[Hook: DJ Paul]
It goes one Glock, two Glocks, three Glocks, four
Left 'em tired on the motherfucking floor
Hit 'em, hit 'em for the same dope I just had delivered
I ain't a Cocaine Cowboy, I'm a Indian Giver
Gimmi back my dope, bitch, gimmi back my dope
Gimmi back my dope, bitch, gimmi back my dope
Gimmi back my dope, bitch, gimmi back my dope
Gimmi back my dope, bitch, gimmi back my dope