[ Featuring
Ken Carson ]
Yeah, GLOCK 19, MAC-11, FN Five-seveN
AR-15 send them f*ck niggas to Heaven
I get geeked up, bitch, I don't do Percocets
I love money and sex
Shawty gon' pull up, told her, "Bring that neck"
I f*cked her off that G6, so I ain't break no sweat
He think he invincible, 'cause he got a bulletproof vest
F*ck it, shoot his head
I mixed the Wock' with the red
If the stick don't fit in the bag, gotta tote that GLOCK instead
I gotta tote that glizzy, whoa, I gotta take my fye wherever I go
Shoot this bitch out turn it to a vigil, thirty clip on me, yeah, it's digital
I'ma shoot that lil' bitch 'til it's empty
I got hella hoes like I'm pimpin'
These lil' niggas still roll out the zip
I smoke out the bag, I popped a pint, it's 4K just for me to sip
I went all Balenci' for my flight, it's 10K just for to drip
I'm with yo' bitch, she goin' convertible, she droppin' the top, then I dip
I pull out her mouth and then nut on her nipples
(Ha) yeah
I got, I got my boy, my boy
Top Floor Boss in this motherf*cker, ayy, Lone
Ayy, tell these niggas what the f*ck goin' on
Yeah
Huh, ARPs, yeah, heavy metal flared jeans, and drip like a cowboy, and tote a .38 special
Yeah, this bitch way too fine, I think she came from heaven
I get way, way too geeked up, bitch, but I ain't never messy
Huh huh, I love money and sex, shawty, said she pullin' up
I tell her to bring her friends
I got 'em all booted up, up off the X
I f*cked 'em all, we was all geeked up off X, huh
And I like to get this bread, yeah
Glock hold thirty-one, got thirty in the clip and one in the head
Once my hoes, they one and done, I f*ck 'em good and disappear, huh
I'm gettin' stupid money, sped
I put the purple Wockhardt in a Goyard bag, it's red
I put the pint in there, yeah, on my dreads
I'm rockin all white diamonds and they VVS
I asked the hoe if she tryna f*ck and she said, "Yes"
I took her straight to the Balenci' store, and bought her a brand new dress, huh
I ain't pullin' over, nah, if I see twelve
'Cause I gotta V12 and my engine is from Hell
We the shit, if you askin', what's the smell?
We been poppin' shit, I don't know if you could tell
And all these niggas snitch, I know they gon' tell
I can tell you gon' snitch, I can tell you a bitch
I can tell that his bitch wanna f*ck by the way that she look at my wrist
I'm totin' that vamp, dawg, I'm totin' that shit
And it hold ten millimeters, I can make a nigga dance like Chris Brown
Don't bring yo' bitch 'round me, 'cause if I holla at that bitch
Then you know that lil' bitch gettin' dicked (down)
She didn't want me back then, but now I'm tatted up and I got money, I'm the shit now
Now everywhere I go, I pop out, and everybody wanna a pic now
Now everybody wanna f*ck with the O, gotta offer yo' soul to get down
If I go broke, I'ma kick in yo' door, huh, I'm takin' your shit now
If I go broke, I'ma kick in yo' door, I'ma kick in yo' door, I'm keep gettin'
If money was height, then I'm Shaquille O'Neal and all of these niggas and midgets
I don't gotta type, she bool and she fine, for real, I love all types of bitches
I don't gotta limit, I ain't reached the height, the peak, baby, I'm still gettin' richer
I'ma stack up a milli, a milli, a mill, way past a hundred, then cop a Richard
I'm all in yo' crib, f*ckin' yo' wife, and X Man f*ckin' yo' sister, huh
I keep gettin' paid, got too much money, the bank can't count them digits
We ain't safe, you talkin' 'bout bullshit, then you know we with it, yeah
We know you out of bullshit, no bap
F*ck goin' on?
The f*ck, the f*ck goin' on?
Yeah, GLOCK 19, MAC-11, FN Five-seveN
AR-15 send them f*ck niggas to Heaven
I get geeked up, bitch, I don't do Percocets
I love money and sex
Shawty gon' pull up, told her, "Bring that neck"
I f*cked her off that G6, so I ain't break no sweat
He think he invincible, 'cause he got a bulletproof vest
F*ck it, shoot his head
