Verse 1

Say he want the smoke we gone walk em down

Ain’t talking money it’s nothing to talk about

Bring dem choppas out

No polo g but you know that I’m popping out

Verse 2

I gotta Glock you know we gone chalk em out

Shoot at his leg that nigga can’t walk it out

I gotta Glock but the choppa gone log em out

Choppa got Extensions so no I ain’t running out

Verse 3

You know I ain’t running

My Glock gotta beam so you know that we drumming

My shootas they coming

Walking on the beat I ain’t talking no stumping

Verse 4

And I gotta Glock so you know it be thumping

We beat up his block I ain’t talking percussion

We pull up wit more sticks then a Russian

I pull up we choppa you know that we bussin

I gotta Glock but I’m upping the draco

And I gotta Glock so you know they gon lay low

Shawty wit me she gon do what I say so

And I wit my shootas you know they on payroll

And I got the wocky pour it in my faygo

Verse 5

Can’t beef wit these rappers I juss want the pesos

And I clutching mo heat than volcanos

Me & my shoota gon trap in Barbadoes

Playin yo girl I ain’t talking no play-doh

My shootas retarded

Up on da Glock and I’m hitting my target

Verse 6

I hop on a plane and I fly out to Charlotte

And I got the sauce I ain’t talking no garlic

And I shoot from deep but I can not be guarded

And I get the cash and I run it regardless

And can’t fuck wit shawty I glad that we parted

Verse 7

Yeah I blocked that lil girl no she say that she need me

These diamonds on my I be dripping no Fiji

How do I do it they wonder like Stevie

He run up on me and got put on a big screen put em tv

Verse 8

Put a Glock to his face now he can’t even see me

And shawty gone eat me up like a zucchini

Gotta Glock and I put it to ya head like a beanie

Pull up and we sort off in a Lamborghini