[Intro]

Ayy, you know it La Sa

And I keep my motherfuckin' Glock

(Ayy, YB, let's pipe 'em up, bro) Look, ayy

[Verse]

What you tryna do? Said you got shorties who gon' shoot

Slidin' 'round with them choppas, but my dogs, they love to scoot

Lotta bananas 'cause I be around gorillas like the zoo

Sneak dissin' through that music, ha, lil' bro, 'cause we in the stu'

Robbed my plug and bought a foreign, now they say I'm actin' new, huh

Don't you come around me if you know you ain't gon' shoot

When I'm cruisin' down they block, these niggas love to call a truce

Bro, you know I love to stain and I kick shit just like I'm Bruce

Niggas talk that murder, why nobody love to slide out?

He said he wouldn't, load the chop', call bro, it's time to ride out

'Cause they found 'em, don't say a word

Let them think it died down

He post a Snap, see where he at

Now it's time to slide down

Lookin' for us, more extension cords, boy, she tied down

Hit the corner, tires screech, and only let off five rounds

Them boys was scared, when you slid, why you ain't have that chop' wit' ya?

Heard you ain't shoot a thing, now your own gang don't rock wit' ya

My lil' boy just hit my line and said he fucked a opp's sister

I told him, "Well, them boys ain't on shit, but just keep your Glock wit' ya"

Metal Creek had three spots, walked around with three Glocks

Shot his party, killed two niggas and we hit 'bout three thots

If you step, you gon' step, if you ain't then keep the silence

'Cause we got a lotta bullets, and we love to bring the violence

I whip it up and make it triple, you would think this shit was science

Your bullets went the wrong way, you need to go and get some guidance (Look)

Shorty came through with a friend, so I guess she fuckin' too

Lotta niggas say they real, but bro, I only met a few

Give my young boy 200 just to knock you out your shoes

Oh, you think that lil' bitch loyal? Damn, bro, only if you knew

Big Glock in my pants, it mix a nigga like some stew

Niggas tellin' on the block, I heard you niggas droppin' clues

You confused, do this, shootin' shit became a mood

Niggas talk down, you get mad, angry, I just like to shoot

I told my mama I'm doin' better, but I ain't tell her the truth, huh

I walked on the field and start hittin' shit just like I'm Roof

Keep them Glocks off in the field to pick a nigga like a fruit

I brought shorty on a drip with me, she said that shit was cute