Glock 21 ima savage
20 Band jugg i went to go stash it
If you really want smoke ima addict
Glock on my hip it's apart of my fashion
Bitch Ima G not talkin bout wagon
Bitch I be Robbin not talkin bout baskin
He think that he creed well bitch im assassin
Glock wit a dick its bout to go smash him
Dat boy don't want beef you know dat he fastin
Potato grip ona AR I'm mashin
Dat shell hit his head his egg start hatchin
Keep da strap on my arm like a beauty pageant
Bullets attracted to em he a magnet
Put da stick in his face he gone, magic
Never lackin ima pistol fanatic
Ona high speed chase a nigga might crash it
Oh shit the feds right behind, gettin close I'm tossin my 9
Gucci designer bag cover my iron
Dead presidents on me I'm hidin a crime
Put his ass ina box 2 days call it prime
Hit his ass 10 times just for takin a dime
She suckin the head guess she blowing my mind
I'm in love wit blue faces you cannot be mine
I walk out the bank i got comma signs
Let a nigga touch wop next day momma cryin
AMG hit da gas i ain't stoppin at signs
Got a Glock 44 it's a Obama 9
They got 12 on the clock i ain't talkin bout time
Stick loaded wit slugs i ain't talkin bout slime
And dese niggas be mad cuz i got better rhymes
Ima double park the whip they giving me fines