40 GLOCK Video (MV)

Ayy, say, mane
You know what the f*ck time it is gang
You see this big chain hangin' You hear them chops sangin
That 40 glock bangin
Mane common, say,
You say you got bread, you finna break that, for the gang
If you gon' waste my time, shut the f*ck up, and stay in your lane
Brudder got that PTSD, he's finna go insane
Lil buddy secure that bag, finna spend it on Johnny Dang
I got 40 ontha glock it gon buss it at yo top
Pick tens ontha Benz, I get booted wita thot
Pink Bandz in my hands, I got 40 in my sock
Dundadda cookin ontha block, and Pole, it gon pop
Ayy, say, dawg stop slacking, come and reup
Oh yo mans, got Bandz? Oh, maybe we can team up
It's bout standin on business, broke niggas can't keep up
Always fake flexin ontha gram my nigga go and dream up
All these lames talkin' shit, I can't hear you, gon' speak up
Ayy, witha gang, my niggas finna slide, come and creep up
All you chicken little blockhead pussies needa leap up
Every time the Opps see the gang, all they do is freeze up
Cuz they know, I got f*ckin' 40 on the chop
Backwoods, light it up, we leave a warning on the block
Big pint, I break the seal, I mix the codeine in the pot
Pack a punch, the blick, wita 40, it gon' f*ckin' knock
Cuz they know, I got f*ckin' 40 ontha chop
Backwoods, light it up, we leave a warning on the block
Big pint, I break the seal, I mix the codeine in the pot
Pack a punch, the blick, wita 40, it gon' f*ckin' knock
You say you got bread you finna break that for the gang?
If you gon' waste my time, shut the f*ck up, and stay in yo lane
Brudder got that PTSD, he's finna go insane
Lil buddy secure that bag, finna spend it on Johnny Dang
I got 40 ontha glock it gon buss it at yo top
Pick tens ontha Benz, I get booted wita thot
Pink Bandz in my hands, I got 40 in my sock
Dundadda cookin ontha block, and Pole, it gon pop
Like say, mann, but I gotta keep it real
I stay ten toes, I'm never on my heals
I don't give two f*cks, about no bitch, I got no feels
Aye gang, bustin' drills, like he from the Navy Seals
Aye dis trish in my cup, for today, it's my meal
Drivin' off that drank, hopin' Jesus take the wheel
Lil bro get the packs off the plays that he steals
My raw dawg goons got five, better keep a shield
Cuz they know, I got f*ckin' 40 on the chop
Backwoods, light it up, we leave a warning on the block
Big pint, I break the seal, I mix the codeine in the pot
Pack a punch, the blick, wita 40, it gon' f*ckin' knock
Cuz they know, I got f*ckin' 40 ontha chop
Backwoods, light it up, we leave a warning on the block
Big pint, I break the seal, I mix the codeine in the pot
Pack a punch, the blick, wita 40, it gon' f*ckin' knock
You say you got bread you finna break that for the gang?
If you gon' waste my time, shut the f*ck up, and stay in yo lane
Brudder got that PTSD, he's finna go insane
Lil buddy secure that bag, finna spend it on Johnny Dang
I got 40 ontha glock it gon buss it at yo top
Pick tens ontha Benz, I get booted wita thot
Pink Bandz in my hands, I got 40 in my sock
Dundadda cookin ontha block, and Pole, it gon pop