Yo!
Yo,
brand new Glock 19,
it come with gadgets on that bitch
Yo,
brand new Glock 19,
it come with gadgets on that bitch
Yo, brand new Glock 19,
it come with gadgets on that bitch
Yeah, if my brother die,
I don't cry, I just cause havoc with that shtick
I don't give a * about no bitch,
I'm rich, I had it with the bitch
I don't gotta slide,
I got killers and they savages and *
Yo, brand new Glock 19,
it come with gadgets on that bitch
If my brother die,
I don't cry, I just call happy with that shtick
I don't give a * about no bitch,
I'm rich, I had it with the bitch
I don't gotta slide,
I got killers and they savages and *
My lil' bro Fiend ain't gotta pop him when I know I'm gon' pop my gun
I swear to God,
before they rap *,
I was rich, I already sold a ton
That Kiltek 223 *,
that might probably be my favorite gun
You hate to see me pop up with that AUG and leave him slump
Pop out with that AUG,
that lil' TK and double G
All I know is robberies and * it up on double C
All I know is big bags of that gas,
we don't rob pharmacies
We sure we ain't forgetting all that same college we do first degree
Yo bitch looking at me like I'm a snack,
call the M on them
They talking * on Instagram,
one play they know we killing them
Hit his body up then feed his ass to the pig
We don't gotta hide him cause he gone,
hollow tips went through his wig
We get blocks and bags from overseas,
it's strong like Hercules
I only want her head,
she's second law, she say I hurt her knee
You a fuckboy, I can't comprehend, it sound like Japanese
Dutch born everyday, I ain't come from the crack, these niggas deafening
These little niggas bad for me,
wholesale I don't do half a piece
That little bitch a thot,
she ain't worth nothing,
won't get half of me
Pop taught me to hustle,
so I scratched him like an athlete
My family know I got him and I kill for unhappiness
Ain't no nigga in the world can do the * I do
Can't move the way I move,
*, damn I'm way too smooth
If you got rich,
how I got rich,
damn I would hate you too
Be nigga goofy, all that cappin', this * feel like April Fool's
Yeah, moving out that food,
pedigree, we move it steadily
Glock 264 with 50 rounds,
it's sitting next to me
If he ain't tryna buy your * tongue,
then I won't let him see
Nigga play, I cut off all his tongue,
you make a recipe
If they ain't dead we double back I can't make plays unless I'm scrub
In the bluff that just my habitat He run on we gon' back on back
* the bitch no screens to text Yeah I'm really meanin' that
He said he kissin' on that bitch And that's where all my semen at
Makin' all these motherfuckin' bangers And they singin' that
Just * up a dub on some new jury That's like 20 stacks
I had to kill him I front that for free with niggas fiend for
that I ride with killers see him at the light
I bet he leanin' back Ain't a nigga in the world can do this
* I do, can't move the way I move *,
down the tone and smooth,
if you got rich
how I got rich then I would hate you too,
all that * capping this * feel like
April Fool, ain't a nigga in this * world can do the * I do,
can't move the way I move, down, down the tone and smooth,
if you got rich how I got rich then I would
hate you too, nigga goofy all that * capping feel like April Fool