[Intro]

Glock, Glock, Glock

What the fuck, ah, ah, ah, yeah

Glock, Glock Like, if I ever situated on my block

Like, gotta keep a chop

How many niggas died up on they block?

I ain't gon' quit until I see a opp

Like, gotta keep a chop

[Verse 1: Fifth Ave Jay]

How many niggas died up on they block?

If I ever situated on my block

Like, gotta keep a chop

How many niggas died up on they block?

I ain't gon' quit until I see a opp

We never stop until our body drop

Like, what they gon' do when they run into me?

I'm like the realest in the room

Play pop, clear the room, I'm out to shake it, I shake up the room

Who that young nigga steppin' and shit?

Ain't see my money, I ain't steppin' no bitch

Hop, hop, ho, shoppin' at Saks

Call money, it's just a fact I get money, I'm pullin' thе loan

Bad lil' bitch gon' act too bad

I'm a young nigga, do it alone

If she need me, but shе gettin' wrapped

I can tell her, baby, I ain't tellin' her

What she doin', baby, spend the pack

Pull a juice, keep spittin' that

Hot, hot, nah, nigga, come spin my track

Ain't no time for this shit

Word to my mother, I'ma keep with her, buck in the back

R.I.P. 5th

I keep a hammer just because the niggas want whack

I cannot stop, I have it situated on my butt

Like, like, check, digga, gah, gah, gah

[Verse 2: Jaythe Demonn]

It's a new opp, new chain

Rollin' my P and punchin' the same like

Can't be for no gram, this is not a promotion

Y'all see what I'm on, it's a part of the motion

I'm movin', I'm makin' em sick

Rollin' up, I'm a bachelor slave

Don't get loud with the kid, cause I talk in the mic

Ya bitch on my dick and she do what I like

Yeah, she doin' it right, we gon' fuck in your bed

I'ma stay for the night

And it's up for whoever, what y'all wanna do

Kid out here with me, he shakin' the room

And he ready to play somebody, a demon patron in my system

Like what? Like damn, he a ghost, let me know who the victim

Like what? Like damn, when I catch him, he goin' with them

Gang, he sad, all the dudes say you know what I do

I'ma bend the whole black to his shoes

He alright, he got beat out his forces

She gonna choose me, I don't gotta force it

They tell me I'm buggin'

Over Perky, I think that I lost it, like

And he still wanna talk, what he tryna do?

He know I'm on bullshit, like I'ma own it, start callin' me mister

With a pity, I'm holdin' his liquor

In that V2 D2 pistols

Call me frosty, I make it with crystal

And she buckin' like she boutta fall

Hold her waist while she grabbin' the wall

I'm called stupid, called dumb

Your bitch wanna rug, do

Like, headie and dudes called crazy

Throw it back like her name was Brazy

On my body she say that I'm taste

Makin' a clap, yeah she wanna taste me

Like, yeah she wanna taste me

It's that Jay The Demon nigga

Your bitch call me the Joker

Cause she like it when I choke her

[Outro: Fifth Ave Jay]

You heard what he said

Ha ha ha ha ha

Nah