[Intro]

(St-St-St-St—Styn)

Yuh, this Glock got teeth fa-sho

Heh-hah-heh, yeah

[Verse 1]

This Glock got teeth, that fa-sho

And it bite, and it growl, it'll blow

Red laser to yo head — it'll glow

Yeah-yea-yea-yea-yea-yea

(Yeah)

These niggas fake, these bitches fake, look like Joker

They diamonds fake — they just posers

My diamonds real — they just like Frozen

He saw me clutchin’ on my gun and got to frozen

Laser on your chest, red dot — you’ve been chosen

Melt you up with this toaster, you gon’ turn to molten

Yeah

[Verse 2]

These niggas fake, these bitches fake, look like Joker

You a clown and you a bitch — go wear ya makeup

Bitches fake — fuck her face

She believe in me, that hoe really got faith

No, I won’t apologize for hittin’ that bitch

I ain’t no hoe, and I don’t make up — I just get baked up

Alert for 12 — this a dozen’s baker

This a rich nigga talkin’ — "I make money in my sleep"

"I make money when I dream" — spent this money on my teeth

Expensive taste, Expensive type, Freestyle 2

First song that I ever made — get it right

Sun reflectin' off my teeth — expensive smile

Look like a beam — you can see me from a hundred miles

Child of God — I died on that flight, then revived

The Egyptians were right — I was over the Nile

It’s crazy to think and know my stomach ain’t mine

[Verse 3]

That’s why I sip pints

Bright like Easter — I got codeine fever

Got no limits — I don’t believe in liters

Fuck them teachers — I don’t believe in leaders

Only showed up to class to fuck on you

I’m talkin’ to the students and teachers

Bad-ass bitches over here

(Yeah-yea-yea)

Big ol’ asses over here

Maserati in that hoe — in her gut, I steer

In her gut, I fear

She won’t last, yea that’s clear

Don’t run up on us — I got my gun

Quick draw that bitch — he can’t run

Don't gotta tuck — can't risk gettin' stuck

Stay back, don’t get too close

Me and my bros gon’ up 'em up

G like GUMMO, 23 with the stuffy tuck, stiffy tuck

Bullets get that nigga face fucked

Uh-hah