Too many J’z outside and its boomin’

Bring it up, not gon do it

Don’t know shit, why the fuck you assumin’?

Up that glick oh lets do it

Back the fuck up you don’t wanna die

I’m chasin a bag while they living a lie

Walk in that bitch with the germicide

Uh uh, this not a wine and dine

Poltergeist at the trap it get scary

Gon head slide, shoot em like he (?)

Pack ain't gone I ain't getting’ a haircut

Walk in the kitchen beat it with her head up

I open my lip you a goner

Walk in scream “Doh” like Homer

These niggas be broke and homeless

Drive any car like it’s a Lotus

They like “where the fuck is you going?”

Mind yo business bitch im smoking

Gimme a second bitch I gotta roll it

Don’t come round here it’s danger

Glock shoot all angles

Rare form like a white Power Ranger

Don’t wanna hear them stories cause they made up

Glock hit his abs make him crunch up

Pap in the cut rollin stuffed crust

Doing my thing when I’m in it

Chasin’ a bag, fuck being famous

Go back, come back, double back slangin’

(?) from Faceless

Get off the boot and I can't taste it

Ion point fingers ion say names

Alicia Keys Glock opps know my name

He done came up with another stain

Get shot in yo face all over fame

Innocent, get out the way

Unk tryna pick a lock today

It’s hot with twelve on the block today

Spit on twelve like Pac today

I ain't sittin on no damn cot today

Beat a opp with a lock and a sock today

Pull up like Suge pulled up on Dr. Dre

Got demons on me just washed my face

Every fucking day got a Glock today

In a jogger suit like I’m TK

I ain't shave or shower in bout three days

We gon’ break it down, split it three ways

Booted as fuck bout three beans today

Don’t bother me, don’t call me

Glock look like Mark Henry

Glock hit like Bautista

Glock hit like Triple H

This Glock a (?)

Glock frog splash on a opp nigga

Two Twin Glock like the Hardy Boyz

Glock fly thru the air lookin like Sting

Glock make Big Show break the ring

Glock look like M. T

Glock look like Butterbean

Glock look like Mrs. Parker (?)

AR look like Kareem Abdul-Jabbar

Without the afro, six feet tall

Glock dysfunctional like Lebron

Nina got ass, titties and all

Put a opp on they knee like Kaepernick

Take a fifth of Henny, smash it on his head

These niggas move like Nick Cannon with dreads

Before Nick Cannon had neck braids

Had neck braids like Trey Songz

Dark skin with a Glock, singing songs

Cisco Glock *onomatopoeia*

Mix-A-Lot Glock came from Kim Jong

Glock look like L-Money durag

Shot a pedestrian I ain't mean to do that

Im the nigga who punched (?) durag

Throwin’ fours down they like “why you do that?”

I will dump ashes on yo baby mom floor

Your baby mom bad but I won't hit it raw

Slitherman got 18 step kids

I meet Eve, I’m taking the rent from that bitch

Ima walk in that bitch like it’s Armageddon

They tryna lock us up like (?)

Pushin’ Unk in the wheelchair like Riko Reckless

These niggas got Jennifer Hudson little necklaces

My Glock look like all the fuckin’ wrestlers

Glock look like the whole Tyler Perry cast

Mask on my face like Jim Carrey had

Been had a mask, I’m Jim Carrey dad

That lil gun? I ain't scared of that

They like “what the fuck, why you carry that?”

Ima walk in like the mayor back

Name a price, take care of that

This ass whoopin, you gon’ wear that

Bobby Johnson neck braids on my back

They wanna talk but not bout that

This blunt taste like pork chops and bacon fat

This Henny taste like a Lunchables snack

Might change my black shirt, to put on all black

Black 1’s on like Curtis Snow

“We still, we still” *onomatopoeia*

This Backwood get my biceps stronger

This Henny ah get my forearms stronger

I ain't lifting shit but a bottle of Henny

I ain't picking shit up and puttin’ things down

Fuck Arnold Shwarzene- ion even like him now

Ima walk off in that bitch like “The Terminator”

Glock split his head like split Now And Laters

Yo swag nastier than Milk-Duds

I ain't going out like Mosey and rapin bitches

I ain't R Kelly I ain't gon take it for free

Free Cosby, even though he was sedatin’ bitches

Turn yo phone off hoe I ain't playin with bitches

Yo bitch think ion know that she takin pictures

Lil Glock knock the cable off yo roof

Repo yo couch like Rent-A-Center do

Talkin’ bout it, that’s not what killa do

Chase the Henny? That’s not what Henny drinkers do

Grandma told me “think I don’t think bout killing you?”

Buggin’ the fuck out when I’m on a blue

Walk in grandma house, blunt hangin out my lip

*onomatopoeia* Make em jump the fence

Smoke this backwood like rest in peace Fred the Godson

Down bad, fuck it then we gon’ rob him

My Glock is the best beatboxer

That bitch beat better than Biz Markie

I got more friends than E-40

Got hoes like I’m from the Bay with Lil B

Ima die with a hunnid-thousand bitches on me

Walk in and I’m blacked the fuck out on a bean

I’m swearin right now but that cause of the E

I done lost my voice again I need tea