If I ain't a town boy then bitch what do you call that?
I'm full with a 30 stick and a hoodie that's all black
We got Glocks in the club,
dare a nigga to act up
Baby bottle full of wock,
I told my son to back up
Successful trips every time me and my tinies creep
You think he cool cause his SIs make the tester beep
Join up the year I got my city on lock
He gon' open up the safe when he see the drum on the chop
He always broke I don't believe that he flock
Stay pocket watching cause my jeans full of knots
Knock knock flock bitch I be flipping through the pots and pans
Boogie down on opp can't aim a time I ain't get my mans
Jewelry on my body,
tats on my head it's hard to miss me
If the Glocker got a * up his plans it's hard to kid me
Falling in Chinky's house and got me shopping at Louis
Yeah I bought the bitch Chanel but I ain't paying for the coochies
They know I'm getting money bitch is whispering like Woody's sales
I bring em right to you,
* you talking bout use the mail
Booking for 40 pack you thought he too tough to get stripped
Can't come back to this block until you empty your clip
High speed city to city but we got away
Chased him with a switch on the Glock thought I had a K
The Johnny see the bottom of the Zoners where I'm hitting gates
I can switch my blower everyday we bombarded crates