[Intro]
(Yo, Mannie)
Ayy

[Chorus]
I'm a down South, diamond mouth Glock 9 toter (Glizock)
Homicide gang, my young n***a 'nem the coldest
Yeah, homicide gang, yeah, my young n***as be smokin' shit (Fah)
And they call me Glock, I keep that Glock, but you should know this shit (Yeah)

[Post-Chorus]
I'll be right back, lil' bitch, I got some dough to get
I hop up in my foreign, it don't matter which one, they notice it
Got thirty in my clip even though I be on some solo shit (Yeah)
My auntie seen my Jesus piece and she said, "Goddamn, holy shit"

[Verse 1]
This shit hittin' like Holyfield, I'm shootin' shit, you know I will (Yeah)
Gang 'nem tryna overkill, and the opps, they know we is (Yeah)
Bart chain cost a quarter mill' plus a sixty, that's for real (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm signed to the field, yeah, I still ain't signed a deal
Percocets, no Benadryl, been gettin' money and still is
Every time you see me, I got two cups, they like, "You still ill" (Yeah)
Every time you see me, I got it tucked, n***a, I still will
Pull this motherfucker out my Amiri jeans and pull the trigger (Bah)
Yeah, shoot a n***a like Mike (Yeah)
I jumped up off the porch before I jumped up on the mic' (Yeah)
Yeah, this shit just too easy, I be rappin' my real life (Yeah)
I'm ruthless just like Eazy, I ain't goin' without a fight, n***a (Ayy)
[Chorus]
I'm a down South, diamond mouth Glock 9 toter (Glizock)
Homicide gang, my young n***a 'nem the coldest
Yeah, homicide gang, yeah, my young n***as be smokin' shit (Shit)
And they call me Glock, I keep that Glock, but you should know this shit

[Verse 2]
Hold up, lil' bitch, I got me some more dough to flip (Hold up)
Cash rules everything around me like I grow this shit (Yeah)
I just poured up a four of Tris and now I'm floatin' and shit (Yeah)
N***as act like bitches 'bout these bitches, but you know this shit (Yeah)
In the East Coast with my blicky, never leave without my stick (Bah)
N***as rats, yeah, they be Mickey, me, myself, and I, the kid
When I shoot this chopper, they like "This n***a is accurate" (Bah)
When I shoot this chopper, they like "This n***a is talented" (Yeah)
Money talkin' to my ex like, "I told you" (Yeah)
Yeah, my heart cold, but my wrist might be colder (Yeah)
I just got the drop, I told the opps I'm comin' over (Skrrt, yeah)
I just got the drop, I told the opps I'm comin' over (Yeah)

[Chorus]
I'm a down South, diamond mouth Glock 9 toter (Glizock)
Homicide gang, my young n***a 'nem the coldest
Yeah, homicide gang, yeah, my young n***as be smokin' shit (Yeah)
And they call me Glock, I keep that Glock, but you should know this shit
[Post-Chorus]
I'll be right back, lil' bitch, I got some dough to get (Hold up)
I hop up in my foreign, it don't matter which one, they notice it
Got thirty in my clip even though I be on some solo shit (Yeah)
My auntie seen my Jesus piece and she said, "Goddamn, holy shit"

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah