Glock Tucked

Ay, ay, ay, ay Came in this bitch with my Glock tucked Run up on me you get fucked up Duckin' twelve in a Trackhawk Bitch this ain't a Lamb truck Okay, okay 20 on his head 30 on his head Nah that ain't enough Okay, 50 on his head 100 on his head I bet I can get him touched, Go get 'em Bet he end up dead just for lyin' on my name Bet them bullets hit his temple Bet them bullets hit his brain Yeah I gotta watch that backdoor niggas turn to snakes We really could've ran it up but niggas actin' fake Okay, niggas act like bitches man, niggas actin' gay Niggas actin' like these bitches the way they lyin' on my name If Lil Sace ain't exist there wouldn't be no Punchmade All these niggas wouldn't exist if it wasn't for my brain Uh, Had to smash that chain cause you know that chain was fake Niggas still rockin' fake diamonds claimin' gang gang, nah We ain't on the same thing, no no You niggas is bitches, I know You niggas is snitches, I know Lookin' like a rat cause he know that he told All yo chains fake got yo groupies tryna sell it And all them diamonds fake as f*ck who the f*ck would even want it I slap the shit out of one of you niggas bet you niggas get to runnin You a peasant ass nigga you gon' end up with no money They can't stand seeing my face cause I got a bunch of blue faces I want that all white Rolls Royce lookin' like a racist Told 'em it's my time, right now, I ain't got no patience Why you lyin' on my name bitch? Ay, ay, ay Came in this bitch with my Glock tucked Run up on me you get fucked up Duckin' twelve in a Trackhawk Bitch this ain't a Lamb truck Okay, okay 20 on his head 30 on his head Nah that ain't enough Okay, 50 on his head 100 on his head I bet I can get him touched (Go get 'em)