[Intro]

(Uh yea uh yea)

We in the trap and we getting busy

Big Glick walkdown with it on me

(Uh yea uhh huh we get back uhh) Nascar

You already know how we coming you heard me

Long live 19 Free Tank

[Verse]

I don’t do the talking like to slide and get it popping

New performance at your party, Nah if I can't bring my Glock in

Busting Glocks busting dots

Gettin back all on the cops

When I’m sleep the pack be squishing cause no I can't trust the pouch

And my brodie told me chill off youngin he ain't really about that life

He got booked before I cooked him

He was skinny with the pipe

Creeping up his man alley, all black every night

Brodie dump that draco pretty well no he don’t gotta fight

Way before them pistols and them Johnnys

I was ridin bikes

I hit my first papi with Lil Beam and we ain't run his light

Brodie picked me up we cleared the scene and we ran every light

Like 2 weeks ago was with my brodie mobbing every night

Who would thought she really sliding

No we don’t gotta question brodie

Dancing around with that drac

Zemo showed me how to hold em

Dubby said get to the tape

Said I gotchu and I showed em

Throwing bullets like he on the field, but he shoot like Kobe

He keep talking like he wanna deal, die or just keep goin

All this shiny shit it look like steel but the glizzy golden

Yeah I parked the car right at the crib

G-mom said it’s stolen

In the Honda pushing 150 turned it to a Rover

Turned around was tryna fuck, she was tryna eat the dick

Bro be looking high as fuck Chinese playin with them sticks

Call it hockey cause it’s icy and we mobbing with them sticks

I ain’t in the crib I’m around I’m lookin for risk

I guess your man he had to pee

He got hit these bullets ate em

Bro got hit up 12 times he still swimming like the Navy

16 doin fed time and his mom think he a baby

I don’t think she know my bro was treating grown men like we babies

Brodie catch a body tap the puff cause he don’t really blow

Smokin on the opps they on they block y’all niggas fucking know

Whole town on my dick they see I’m that I just ain’t have no hope

Whole gang gettin back

We been got back but we all want them gone

Draco sound like popping blimps

Glock sound like we clapping hands

I’m exposing rap niggas and how they ran on they man

And we really that nigga

Whole gang gotta upping hand

I ain’t hear no rap nigga kicking bandos on the band

(Yea uh)

[Outro]

I don’t do the talking like to slide and get it cracking

Grab a gat

Grab a kleazy on that block and yeah I’m trapping

Run up on me you get hit bet I’m pushing ya shit back in

GBB big boys yeah we spinning for what happen

(Long live 19)

(You already know how we coming fuck all the opps free da gang)