Shooters brush right down the block, know this Glock, paint your top red
Fuck the opps, all them niggas bitches and they pop dead
Bro been out of school for a while but he still got lead
Ain't no point of talking, can't go without ted pillow
Talking to these hoes, I know they for the
Streets bro been stepping in that field but he don't got
No cleats He just play the game, express his feelings
Wild and out on beats Shawty wilding out on me
Don't want love, want loyalty She gon' come correct, no disrespect
Treat her like royalty Baby take my hand, walk down the aisle
On this road for love, yeah, we been driving miles
We don't take that car, skirt, skirt Now we out of town
For your love, no out of bounds Make this bread , get out the house
Young trap nigga from the south The streets, he infatuated
Mama happy, knew her son had graduated
Can't function while he sober, he move medicated
On that path, stay dedicated If Ian take that chance to take that shot
Then I would never made it In that club, he elevated
Two turnt up, he elevated Bag on his head, murders premeditated
He done sold his soul to the devil, he been separated
Angels, they interrogate him He put that on God but they never forgave him
You lost so you probably betray him The shots on this Glock could delay him
Devil in his eyes, he get crossed, know, this Glock could decay him
At his funeral, he in a box, know, this Glock could display him
The shots at his top, rearrang Spin blocks, told the opps, they in danger
Come on, this XXL shit, man