Yo, yo, yo, pass me the Glock, I'ma shoot, pass me the Glock, I'ma shoot
Your wife, she play with my jewels, two thousand up in my shoes
I say my mind, we no good, you don't go play with my food
I line you up in your hood, pass me the Glock, I'ma shoot, pass me the Glock, I'ma shoot

Pow, pow, pass me the Glock, I'ma shoot
What the fuck is he doin'? Call out my name, is he foolin'
I be swipin', I be shoppin', got this shit up, no more flockin
Do no get caught, no more lackin', new Cartier with the luggage

Monte Polo, I'm a savage, I turn your face into cabbage
B65, I'm the average, I fuck your bitch and do damage
Givenchy, yeah, Randy Savage, jump out the car, what it do
I can't spare you, fresh out the Flux in these shoes

Come against me, you gon' lose, so many racks, I can't choose
I go crazy with the Prada, you not my set, you get nada
Cut up the rug with the soda, I get my wife from the border
Tyra goes down, she's a slaughter, holla at me for a quarter

Pass me the Glock, I'ma shoot
Designed a way for my crew, you can stomp that with my boot
Baby girl, I'm not your boo, make it small, give me the loot
Come against me, you gon' lose, pass me the Glock, I'ma shoot

Pass me the Glock, I'ma shoot
Pow, pow, pass me the Glock, I'ma shoot
Fuck what you sayin'? I ain't playin
I drink the juice for the pain, diamonds, it's lurkin' my chain

I bust my gun for my name, put niggas down for the fame
People are stuck in your crane, I buy the Birkin, she twerkin
Nigga from Surfin', cut the bitch off, she be hurtin
We got them gloves, we be surfin', tattoos on chest, I be shirtless

When I was young, I was homeless, run up on me, I get hopeless
I rob the store, there's no witness, I'm out here in my new jeans
Making the work for the fiends, no loyalty in your team
Diamonds ain't shinin', they clean, my life is not what it seems

Put the 8-ball on the beam, now you can't flex on my team
Pass me the Glock, I'ma shoot
Pass me the Glock, I'ma shoot
Your wife, she big with my juice, two thousand up in my shoes

I say, mama, we no good, you done go play with my food
I line you up in your hood, pass me the Glock, I'ma shoot
Pass me the Glock, I'ma shoot
Pow, pow, pass me the Glock, I'ma shoot