[Intro]

(Tay Keith produced it)

(Link up)

(Tay Keith produced it)

Hop out, Glocks out, nigga

Teddy bears and t-shirts

(Shout out Kam Bennett)

That's my motto, nigga, what it stand for, nigga?

Fuck nigga, fuck nigga

[Chorus: Key Glock]

Them young niggas ready (They ready), they quick to finesse you (Give me that, give me that)

Got K's with machetes (Goddamn), got Glocks with extensions (Bah-boom, nigga)

All these hollow tips (Goddamn), I can't do nothin' but hit (Can't do nothin' but hit you, nigga)

Turn you to a cheerleader (Goddamn), chopper bullets make you split (Bah-boom, nigga)

Lemon-squeeze handgun (Handgun), AK, banana clip (Rrah)

Label play, we let it rip (Let it rip), hit your block, then we gon' dip (I'm gone, skrrt)

Them young niggas ready (Yeah), them young niggas ready (Them young niggas, they ready)

Them young niggas ready, them young niggas ready (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Kenny Muney]

Them pistols got thirties, them Glocks got them mops

Boy, we shootin' up shit, so you better get back (Boom, boom)

Them choppers got coolers, we shoot like a movie

You get in the way, then you gotta get whacked (Uh-uh)

You make the wrong move, we can't cut you no slack (Nah, nah)

Them bullets, they fly, you get smoked like a pack

My shooters got shooters, and, bitch, I'm a shooter

You move, you get killed, boy, your brain gon' get cracked

Nigga play, then I gotta put this thirty in my gun

Thirty shots to an opp, leave his brain in the lawn

Niggas killer 'bout a MAC, but the K made him run

Never played for a band, but they used plenty drums

Brought your bitch to the trap and she had plenty fun

Sittin' on cloud nine, smokin' gas out a bong

Drop a nine on my watch and a band on my charm

Spend a whole lotta hundreds, throw a whole lotta ones

[Verse 2: Big Mota]

My young niggas on that mob shit (Mob), ridin' 'round with them Carbons (Rraow)

Stupid Duke comin' home, bitch (Stupid), still CEO of this mob shit

My young niggas retarded (Bitch), shootin' up them parties (Rraow)

Always start shit, they ain't with no fuckin' arguin' (Nope)

More guns than a sergeant (Bah), know my niggas marchin' (Yeah)

So don't be a target (Bitch), get shot in your heart, bitch (Bitch)

Get laid down like carpeet, bitch, I'm still retarded (Yeah)

Get down or lay down, bitch nigga, I don't play around (Mota)

[Verse 3: Blac Youngsta]

Lil' nigga, lil' nigga, lil' nigga, fuck nigga

All my motherfuckin' young niggas ready, lil' nigga

Bah-bah-bah-bah-bah, rrah

That's a hundred rounds in a fuck nigga (Fuck nigga)

My lil' nigga fucked up in the head, he done killed so many fuck niggas (Fuck nigga, fuck nigga)

I was ridin' 'round tryna duck the feds with a whole mo-motherfuckin' bricky (Bah-bah-bah-bah)

Everybody 'round me got a murder charge (Lil' nigga)

Lil' nigga killed a fuck nigga in his front yard

Faceshot, make the bum bitch a charge

Then he jumped back out, caught another murder charge

Caught a fuck nigga ridin' 'round in a drop-top

Shot twenty-seven Glocks, that nigga bah-bah

Any nigga go against the mob get a headshot

Baow-baow-baow-baow-baow-baow-baow

[Chorus: Key Glock]

Them young niggas ready (They ready), they quick to finesse you (Give me that, give me that)

Got K's with machetes (Goddamn), got Glocks with extensions (Bah-boom, nigga)

All these hollow tips (Goddamn), I can't do nothin' but hit (Can't do nothin' but hit you, nigga)

Turn you to a cheerleader (Goddamn), chopper bullets make you split (Bah-boom, nigga)

Lemon-squeeze handgun (Handgun), AK, banana clip (Rrah)

Label play, we let it rip (Let it rip), hit your block, then we gon' dip (I'm gone, skrrt)

Them young niggas ready (Yeah), them young niggas ready (Them young niggas, they ready)

Them young niggas ready, them young niggas ready (Yeah)

[Verse 4: Key Glock]

All them guns got extensions (Boom-boom), them four-five bullets like missiles (Goddamn, goddamn)

Blow that pistol like a whistle (Grrah), nigga, money talk, yours like to whisper (Goddamn)

Youngin gettin' money (Gettin' cash), bitch, we flexin' and finessin'

Just like Nike, I'm tryna get a check, just like a collar, only want the bitch neck (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Got respect with the TEC (Rrah), if you play, then you gettin' wet (Get wet, nigga)

We pullin' up with them choppers, red dot 'em, bitch, we got 'em (I got it, nigga)

Call lil' Mota (Mota), call lil' Youngsta (Youngsta, go get his ass)

Bitch, we comin' (Go get him), we finna red rum 'em (Boom-boom, boom-boom, nigga)