My Glock is a thot, it’s gon’ fuck you up and your mans Bum ass nigga still shoppin’ at Citi Trends SRT pushin’ that bitch, I’ma spin again He want the static, bro okay, let’s get it then Slide on that nigga, pull off in a minivan Slide on that nigga silent, no discussion Got a beam with a Glock I’ma cop from the Russians You cuffin’ that bitch, she’s suckin’ so disgustin’ And she ate my dick up, I said, “Bitch, is it bussin’?” She play with my drums like it’s fuckin’ percussion Bitch too bad, had to fuck up the season I slide with the stick, put that bitch on to trees No cap but my white plug look like Weiland I’m smokin’ on plants, bitch, I’m not a vegan I dropped a band on a bitch, I got her cheesin’ Finessin’ the plug, I’ma dip for the evening Bitch, I’ma carry the .40 “Ayy Chris, what the fuck? Why the fuck did you ghost me?” Lil’ bitch I’m finessin’, don’t show me that rollie Got two twin Glocks and your ass Mr. Moseby If you wanna get money, better listen closely Just run in this crib with a ski like Stokeley We slide in a foreign, push off in a stoley I ride with a stick in the [?], I’ma fold it