I got tracer rounds in my Glock
I just might face a pound of the pot
Pull up to the space around where you plot
Then the Glock 'boutta place a round in your top
Bitch I be ballin a rack on my feet
Look at my eyes haven't slept in a week
Me and the gang bring Iraq to your street
With a Drac' and chop leave yo flock all deceased
I do not f*ck with you niggas
I said that already but f*ck you I'll say it again
I just might pull up and shoot at yo family right before popping a Xan
I got a Glock with a switch my accountant she countin' the Guap got a mountain of cash cuz I'm rich
I might hop in a foreign her race ain't important still f*ck on a foreign bitch
F*ck all you niggas you horse shit
I'm not giving you niggas a warning
Multiple bitches I'm Mormon
Turn yo kid to an orphan
(F*ck all you niggas you horse shit
I'm not giving you niggas a warning
Multiple bitches I'm Mormon
Turn yo kid to an orphan)
Kill a motherf*cker for the way they act
Eyes low snort a 30 in my Pontiac
Got a dime in my lap while I grip the mac
F*ck a fake friend imma turn him to a pack