It's a Glock 19 in a backpack I don't wanna talk if it's not bout like where the racks at
Run up and I'll take your life, I told him you could bet that
He won't get his get back, told that boy to step back
He talkin' online, well, I'ma turn him to a hashtag
Told that boy to step back
Shit, I guess I did that
You're hoe in my crib, I swear you'll never get your bitch back
Aim it at his head, I guarantee that I'ma hit that
Gun too big, so I had to get a big bag
Money, I'ma flip that
Three shots in a row, yeah, I'm callin' that a Tic-Tac
Totin' on that Glock, yeah lil boy, I swear I'm with that
Bentley, I'ma whip that
Goddamn, I'ma crash it
You won't see a thing, cause this Glock is automatic
Louis on the fabric
That bitch like my fashion
Taurus on my hip, so when I see his head, I blast it
It's a Glock 19 in a backpack I don't wanna talk if it's not bout like where the racks at
Run up and I'll take your life, I told him you could bet that
He won't get his get back, told that boy to step back
He talkin' online, well, I'ma turn him to a hashtag
Told that boy to step back
Oh, oh, 45 in a Birkin
Snakes in the grass, I been lookin' for the serpents
Damn, I made the wave, all of y'all just get to surfin
That boy layin' face down, I asked him if it's worth it
Chop you the word like he's givin' y'all a sermon
Money super big, damn, I did this shit on purpose
40 heating up, hit the boy and now he burnin
Put him in a crunch, I'm like, damn, he lookin' nervous
Turn the speakers up so I know you been done heard this
He said that I'm scary, but I'm scarier in person