GLOCK!!
Pow pow pow
Oh what huh
Oh what bitch
Oh what huh
Oh what ho
Pow pow
Pow pow pow
Ya
You know I got that glock on me
They know I keep that glock homie
I pop that ho
I let them bangers bang
Hide the stash
Because the rollers rollin
Niggas think we votin
How we sneak a pole in
I'm gone blow that thang
Way we uppin sticks
Niggas think I'm fuckin vaultin
What's that in yo pocket dawg?
You know that's that extendo pokin'
Thirty credit cards
Ain't no tellin
Which was stolen
Shoot that white boy twice
The exit wound look like a semicolon
Ya
I just walked in with a weapon
Ready to plex any nigga we pressin
Call up check and he give me the blessing
Green dot
Gecko
Smith
Wesson
DMX
I keep a dog on my hip if they test
When I pull out that heat
They run every direction
I got intuition
I up it
Ain't guessin no lessons
Pull up
All headshots
Fuck if you vestin
Find something else to invest in
Refer him to the hell motel
Check in the lobby
Yall got a new guest in
He snitch ho
Tell like Westin
We locked in a circle
You cannot get blessed in
Nah
Ya
You know I got that glock on me
They know I keep that glock homie
I pop that ho
I let them bangers bang
Hide the stash
Because the rollers rollin
Niggas think we votin
How we sneak a pole in
I'm gone blow that thang
Way we uppin sticks
Niggas think I'm fuckin vaultin
What's that in yo pocket dawg?
You know that's that extendo pokin'
Thirty credit cards
Ain't no tellin
Which was stolen
Shoot that white boy twice
The exit wound look like a semicolon
Ya
Oh what huh
Oh what bitch
Oh what huh
Oh what ho
Pow pow
Pow pow pow
Ya
You know I got that glock on me
They know I keep that glock homie
I pop that ho
I let them bangers bang
Hide the stash
Because the rollers rollin
Niggas think we votin
How we sneak a pole in
I'm gone blow that thang
Way we uppin sticks
Niggas think I'm fuckin vaultin
What's that in yo pocket dawg?
You know that's that extendo pokin'
Thirty credit cards
Ain't no tellin
Which was stolen
Shoot that white boy twice
The exit wound look like a semicolon
Ya
I just walked in with a weapon
Ready to plex any nigga we pressin
Call up check and he give me the blessing
Green dot
Gecko
Smith
Wesson
DMX
I keep a dog on my hip if they test
When I pull out that heat
They run every direction
I got intuition
I up it
Ain't guessin no lessons
Pull up
All headshots
Fuck if you vestin
Find something else to invest in
Refer him to the hell motel
Check in the lobby
Yall got a new guest in
He snitch ho
Tell like Westin
We locked in a circle
You cannot get blessed in
Nah
Ya
You know I got that glock on me
They know I keep that glock homie
I pop that ho
I let them bangers bang
Hide the stash
Because the rollers rollin
Niggas think we votin
How we sneak a pole in
I'm gone blow that thang
Way we uppin sticks
Niggas think I'm fuckin vaultin
What's that in yo pocket dawg?
You know that's that extendo pokin'
Thirty credit cards
Ain't no tellin
Which was stolen
Shoot that white boy twice
The exit wound look like a semicolon
Ya
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Writer(s): Joshua Burrell
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