CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : GLOCK-19
It's a shootout, man, you know that I'm whacking
Sent you to God, you don't know what happened
How you gangster but not tote a strap?
You lame a** n***as don't know nothin' 'bo—
Gang, gang, bee
You n***as a b*t*h
I don't give a f**k 'bout who you know
Slide on yo' block, n***a, with a glick
Pop a pu**y n***a like he a zit
Roll 'round town, n***a, you a lick
I don't give a f**k 'bout who you with
Shoot you broad day with that extended clip
All my n***as tote them semi clips
Red beam and that sh*t at your f**king head
[?], man, you know how I'm bracking
Better pray to God that I don't catch you lacking
This AR-15 is what I'm packing
Like FedEx, your life what I'm tracking
It's a shootout, man, you know that I'm whacking
Sent you to God, you don't know what happened
How you gangster but not tote a strap?
You lame a** n***as don't know nothin' 'bout trappin'
You lame a** n***as, y'all ain't trappin'
Glock hit his face, make him loose traction
Red-dot make him do the Michael Jackson
Headshot, take his a** down like The Braxtons
Y'all n***as be capping like y'all really have it
Supreme on my wall and you flexin' that jacket
That ain't yo' set, don't jack it
If I want him gone then it's automatic
No hesitation, we catch him, we blasting
Call up some RAM, n***a, that's a wrap
He said he a Rambo, boy, you know that's a cap
You stay with yo' b*t*h, boy, you down bad
That couldn't be me, lil' n***a, that's facts
And I took yo' b*t*h, lil' n***a, that's sad
And if he want static, that's what he finna have
That ain't yo' [?], you gotta take it back
I don't give a f**k 'bout who you know
Slide on yo' block, n***a, with a glick
Pop a pu**y n***a like he a zit
Roll 'round town, n***a, you a lick
I don't give a f**k 'bout who you with
Shoot you broad day with that extended clip
All my n***as tote them semi clips
Red beam and that sh*t at your f**king head
Sent you to God, you don't know what happened
How you gangster but not tote a strap?
You lame a** n***as don't know nothin' 'bo—
Gang, gang, bee
You n***as a b*t*h
I don't give a f**k 'bout who you know
Slide on yo' block, n***a, with a glick
Pop a pu**y n***a like he a zit
Roll 'round town, n***a, you a lick
I don't give a f**k 'bout who you with
Shoot you broad day with that extended clip
All my n***as tote them semi clips
Red beam and that sh*t at your f**king head
[?], man, you know how I'm bracking
Better pray to God that I don't catch you lacking
This AR-15 is what I'm packing
Like FedEx, your life what I'm tracking
It's a shootout, man, you know that I'm whacking
Sent you to God, you don't know what happened
How you gangster but not tote a strap?
You lame a** n***as don't know nothin' 'bout trappin'
You lame a** n***as, y'all ain't trappin'
Glock hit his face, make him loose traction
Red-dot make him do the Michael Jackson
Headshot, take his a** down like The Braxtons
Y'all n***as be capping like y'all really have it
Supreme on my wall and you flexin' that jacket
That ain't yo' set, don't jack it
If I want him gone then it's automatic
No hesitation, we catch him, we blasting
Call up some RAM, n***a, that's a wrap
He said he a Rambo, boy, you know that's a cap
You stay with yo' b*t*h, boy, you down bad
That couldn't be me, lil' n***a, that's facts
And I took yo' b*t*h, lil' n***a, that's sad
And if he want static, that's what he finna have
That ain't yo' [?], you gotta take it back
I don't give a f**k 'bout who you know
Slide on yo' block, n***a, with a glick
Pop a pu**y n***a like he a zit
Roll 'round town, n***a, you a lick
I don't give a f**k 'bout who you with
Shoot you broad day with that extended clip
All my n***as tote them semi clips
Red beam and that sh*t at your f**king head
