Woo, woo
I pull up like
How you pull up, Baby
How you pull up
I pull up
Let's go
Brand new Lamborghini,
fuck a cop car
With the pistol on my
hip like I'm a cop
Have you ever met
a real nigga rockstar
This ain't no guitar,
bitch, this a Glock
My Glock told me to
promise you gon'
squeeze me
You better let me go the
day you need me
Soon as you up me
on that nigga,
get to bustin
And if I ain't enough,
go get the chop
It's safe to say I
earned it, ain't a nigga
gave me nothin'
I'm ready to hop out
on a nigga,
get to bustin'
Know you heard me say,
"You play, you lay,"
don't make me
push the button
Full of pain, dropped
enough tears to fill
up a fuckin' bucket
Goin' for buckets,
I bought a chopper
I got a big drum,
it hold a hundred,
ain't goin' for nothin'
I'm ready to air it
out on all these niggas,
I can see 'em runnin'
Just talked to my mama,
she hit me on FaceTime
just to check up on
me and my brother
I'm really the baby,
she know that her
youngest son was
always guaranteed to
get the money
She know that her
baby boy was always
guaranteed to
get the loot
She know what I do,
she know 'fore I run
from a nigga, I'ma pull it
out and shoot
PTSD, I'm always
waking up in cold
sweats like I got the flu
My daughter a G,
she saw me kill a
nigga in front of her
before the age of two
And I'll kill
another nigga too
'Fore I let another
nigga do
somethin' to you
Long as you know
that, don't let
nobody tell
you different
Daddy love you
Brand new Lamborghini,
fuck a cop car
With the pistol on
my hip like I'm a cop
Have you ever met a
real nigga rockstar
This ain't no guitar,
bitch, this a Glock
My Glock told me
to promise you gon'
squeeze me
You better let me go
the day you need me
Soon as you up me
on that nigga, get
to bustin'
And if I ain't enough,
go get the chop
Keep a Glocky when I
ride in the Suburban
'Cause the codeine had
a young nigga swervin'
I got the mop, watch me
wash 'em like detergent
And I'm ballin', that's
why it's diamonds
on my jersey
Slide on opps' side
and flip the block
back, yeah, yeah
My junior popped him
and left him
lopsided, yeah, yeah
We spin his block,
got the rebound,
Dennis Rodman
Fool me one time, you
can't cross me again
Twelve hundred
horsepower, I get lost
in the wind
If he talkin' on the
yard, the pen' dogs'll
take his chin
Maybach SUV for
my refugees
Buy blocks in the hood,
put money in the streets
I was solo when the
opps caught me at
the gas station
Had it on me, thirty
thousand, thought it
was my last day
But they ain't even
want no smoke
If I had to choose it,
murder what she wrote
Brand new Lamborghini,
fuck a cop car
With the pistol on my
hip like I'm a cop
Have you ever met
a real nigga rockstar
This ain't no guitar,
bitch, this a Glock
My Glock told me to
promise you gon'
squeeze me
You better let me go the
day you need me
Soon as you up me
on that nigga,
get to bustin'
And if I ain't enough,
go get the chop