W-woah, w-woah, w-woah

Fuck, run, big glock, big chop, big gun
I know you do what you told, baby
Just duck get low,

Get low
We bought all the guns in the store
Too bad that you left, I want some more
Baby why you left, i'm all alone
We just count up bands in a rolls

Hoe, you my type
Pussy nigga diamonds flooded like a high tide
Why that nigga talk to me? he need a hot spot
Damn my crib a good estate, so it's a hot spot

Tammat nigga reached the hot line
Know a young nigga goin' through a hard time
I just, I'm wann' shout out my lil' bro, Ty
I would not be making music less' he went hot

Get low
We bought all the guns in the store
Too bad that you left, I want some more
Baby why you left, i'm all alone
We just count up bands in a rolls
Get low
We bought all the guns in the store
Too bad that you left, I want some more
Baby why you left, i'm all alone
We just count up bands in a rolls