[Intro]

Mhm, mhm, c'mon, c'mon

Mhm, mhm, c'mon

Mhm, mhm, mhm, c'mon

Mhm, c'mon

[Verse]

When I get it, I risk it like Satan <- [?]

If he just step back, hit him twice in the face if a nigga feel like [?] fasho

At the party blicked up, I ain't dying with hoes

'Cause a nigga ass know that he dying fasho

Nigga ahh playing with them lows

Nigga I get a lo, I be sitting outside of that bitch and my switch get to blowing like "Ugh, get clear"

'Cause bro got the switches in here

Bro went on a task and ain't drop his mask, now I think he facing some years

Bro died, I ain't waste no tears

Tryna put hot shit to a opp nigga ear

Free Toney, free Carlos secures

And I hate the police, they be weird

[Chorus]

Bustin' that Glock, gotta thank you, c'mon

If you hit yo' opponents, c'mon

Man they hate that I shoot like a pro, I be shooting alone but shoot better with bro, fasho

If that bitch got a throat, c'mon

Shouldn't have to remind you to leave yo' phone

Lil' bro get a drop and we blick up the lo'

Call my Z's, they be on it fasho

[Verse]

Ay, better hide all the children, you know

'Cause I'm with them killers, you know

Hit his top, watch him bleed out slow, since he drop all 'em disses, he got killed for that flow

[?] lungs so I hit up the store

This shit so bad, left his ass on the floor

("Did you hit 'em") You already know

He ain't made it out the yard, he was just too slow

Ay, big squad, two hunnid, got two new .50s

Don't ask where I be 'cause I'm just too busy(bizzy)

Ay, she likin' my lineup, I pay Juice2Crispy

Ay, twin checked his mouth, he was just to licky

'Cause I'm tryna hit nothing but tops

We bending bitches in bans and blocks

He a hot head, we gone fang his top

Feel like Christmas, I hit for these bands and Glocks

[Chorus]

If that Glock got a .30, c'mon

If you hit yo' opponents, c'mon

Man they hate that I shoot like a pro, I be shooting alone but shoot better with bro, fasho

If that bitch got a throat, c'mon

Shouldn't have to remind you to leave yo' phone

Lil' bro get a drop and we blick up the lo'

Call my Z's, they be on it fasho

[Verse]

Ay, we wet 'em up like a sprinkler in here

Bro put iron on hm like he wrinkled in here

All of my niggas blow dope, know a dude want smoke, all my niggas hit blinkers in here

Ay, I be around killers, secured

We the one niggas feared, 'cause Bizzy Gang put niggas there

We sweeped through his block, we ain't hit his lil' top, but I swear he gotta live his whole life in a chair

[Outro]

Uh, c'mon

Uh, c'mon

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon

Brrrrr, c'mon

C'mon

C'mon