Pass Me the Glock

Yo, yo, yo, pass me the Glock, I'ma shoot, pass me the Glock, I'ma shoot Your wife, she play with my jewels, two thousand up in my shoes I say my mind, we no good, you don't go play with my food I line you up in your hood, pass me the Glock, I'ma shoot, pass me the Glock, I'ma shoot Pow, pow, pass me the Glock, I'ma shoot What the f*ck is he doin'? Call out my name, is he foolin' I be swipin', I be shoppin', got this shit up, no more flockin Do no get caught, no more lackin', new Cartier with the luggage Monte Polo, I'm a savage, I turn your face into cabbage B65, I'm the average, I f*ck your bitch and do damage Givenchy, yeah, Randy Savage, jump out the car, what it do I can't spare you, fresh out the Flux in these shoes Come against me, you gon' lose, so many racks, I can't choose I go crazy with the Prada, you not my set, you get nada Cut up the rug with the soda, I get my wife from the border Tyra goes down, she's a slaughter, holla at me for a quarter Pass me the Glock, I'ma shoot Designed a way for my crew, you can stomp that with my boot Baby girl, I'm not your boo, make it small, give me the loot Come against me, you gon' lose, pass me the Glock, I'ma shoot Pass me the Glock, I'ma shoot Pow, pow, pass me the Glock, I'ma shoot F*ck what you sayin'? I ain't playin I drink the juice for the pain, diamonds, it's lurkin' my chain I bust my gun for my name, put niggas down for the fame People are stuck in your crane, I buy the Birkin, she twerkin Nigga from Surfin', cut the bitch off, she be hurtin We got them gloves, we be surfin', tattoos on chest, I be shirtless When I was young, I was homeless, run up on me, I get hopeless I rob the store, there's no witness, I'm out here in my new jeans Making the work for the fiends, no loyalty in your team Diamonds ain't shinin', they clean, my life is not what it seems Put the 8-ball on the beam, now you can't flex on my team Pass me the Glock, I'ma shoot Pass me the Glock, I'ma shoot Your wife, she big with my juice, two thousand up in my shoes I say, mama, we no good, you done go play with my food I line you up in your hood, pass me the Glock, I'ma shoot Pass me the Glock, I'ma shoot Pow, pow, pass me the Glock, I'ma shoot