[Intro: Criminal Manne & Chris Travis]
Bitch, you want it, right?
Glock, Glock—
Glock cocked, ready to make a stain for that needy green
Glock cocked, ready to make a stain for that needy green ('Cause I know it)
Glock cocked, ready to make a stain for that needy green
Glock cocked, ready to make a stain for that— Glock, Glock
Glock cocked, ready to make a stain for that needy green
Glock cocked, ready to make a stain for that needy green (I'm gettin' high too, bitch)
Glock cocked, ready to make a stain for that needy green
Glock cocked, ready to make a stain for that— Glock, Glo-Glock
[Verse 1: Chris Travis]
Why the fuck these niggas bitching? Blame it on some bitches
Money on my mind, and my mind on the riches
Gotta watch my back; can't let the devil get me
And I ain't never been scared 'cause I know God with me
Chris Travis be a mortal angel, God sent me
Blunt in my hand, with a shot of dark whiskey
I'ma let that bullshit slide
One hundred rounds in the trunk, we will let it ride
Nigga do you wanna die?
Or would you rather be paralyzed?
Lately, I been fucked up mentally
Please forgive me for hurting bitch niggas physically
Fuck niggas can't get to me
Your girl ain't at home cause that bitch with me
Let that bitch breathe
[Chorus: Chris Travis]
Staying true to myself, fuck everybody
Staying true to my wealth, I got everybody
Staying true to myself, fuck everybody
Staying true to my wealth, I got everybody
Staying true to myself, fuck everybody
Staying true to my wealth, I got everybody
Staying true to myself, fuck everybody
Staying true to my wealth, I got everybody
[Verse 2: Chris Travis]
Never do you wrong, always keep it real
Is it right to die, or is it right to kill?
Because I don't really know how to feel
Under pressure, all bitch niggas do is squeal
Heart dropping, eyes stopping, that's a stand still
Bitch nigga I'm on the kill
So nigga gon' try your luck
One time we'll fuck you up
I leave your soul with the doves
Now killing always ain't the choice
But motherfucker I still won't show remorse
Come and beat your ass while you on the porch
Then light up my blunt with a torch
And speed off in my '99 Ford
It's all good, cause I ain't have to use my sword
Bitch nigga, fuck bitch nigga!
[Outro: Criminal Manne]
Glock, Glock—
Glock cocked, ready to make a stain for that needy green
Glock cocked, ready to make a stain for that needy green
Glock cocked, ready to make a stain for that needy green
Glock cocked, ready to make a stain for that— Glock, Glock
Glock cocked, ready to make a stain for that needy green
Glock cocked, ready to make a stain for that needy green
Glock cocked, ready to make a stain for that needy green
Glock cocked, ready to make a stain for that— Glock, Glo-Glock