Glock With A Switch

Let's do it, we next
Four Nick with a drum, a Glock with a switch

Four Nick' with a drum, a Glock with a switch
Made his ass run, but still, I won't miss
Not shootin' off corners, we run up and blitz
We be them butters, we got all the blicks
Stand over his head, put one in his shit
Play wit' them sticks like hockey and shit
We got the bread, get paid for a hit
Don't got no legs, no time to kick
He got the guap, we take all his rolls
Flexin' with ten, you should have pole
Ain't got no time to be buggin' with hoes
Ain't no talkin', they get exposed
Back on the road, what I mean, it's a hunt
Get on his ass, turn him to a blunt
Get on his ass, turn him into Runtz, huh?
Then back on the hunt

This Big talk I mean it be rude
Niggas be goofy and come out the blue
Now shorty a opp, I definitely knew
Now his ass dead, his OG blue
Hop out gang, we gettin' 'em gone
What? Get smoked like a bong
Popout gang, we gettin' 'em gone
What? It won't be long
Shorty be T'd in all of his songs
I want all the money I can't leave alone
Shorty get scratched up in his VLONE
Shoot at his back 'til his V Gone
Hop outta the crib lil' nigga ding-dong
I know where you live like that's my home
If you out in the field better keep yo' chrome
Niggas out here that'll hit yo' dome
Fuckin' wit me he'll get shit splat
I ain't talkin' McDonalds but I gotta big MAC
Mouth closed case closed I ain't with the chit chat
I be gettin' nervous lil' nigga get back
Got a hundred guns chillin' at the kickback
Can't stop shootin' 'til I get my lick back
If you slidin' wit me lil' nigga sit back
Niggas hit bro so we gotta hit back
Nigga think he tough 'cause he off a little hitter
Gotta .380 I be pullin big triggers
I be on the block hangin' with the gang members
Never switchin' up, I be with the same niggas
This shit too easy, somethin' like a free throw
Take a nigga pipe like my name Dee Bo
Let's go, we next
Let's go, we next

Four Nick' with a drum, a Glock with a switch
Made his ass run, but still, I won't miss
Not shootin' off corners, we run up and blitz
We be them butters, we got all the blicks
Stand over his head, put one in his shit
Play wit' them sticks like hockey and shit
We got the bread, get paid for a hit
Don't got no legs, no time to kick
He got the guap, we take all his rolls
Flexin' with ten, you should have pole
Ain't got no time to be buggin' with hoes
Ain't no talkin', they get exposed
Back on the road, what I mean, it's a hunt
Get on his ass, turn him to a blunt
Get on his ass, turn him into Runtz, huh?
Then back on the hunt