GLOCK-19 lyrics

[Intro: GNARLY FLEX & KA$HDAMI]
It's a shootout, man, you know that I'm whacking
Sent you to God, you don't know what happened
How you gangster but not tote a strap?
You lame ass n*ggas don't know nothin' 'bo—
Gang, gang, bee
You n*ggas a b*tch

[Chorus: GNARLY FLEX]
I don't give a f*ck 'bout who you know
Slide on yo' block, n*gga, with a glick
Pop a pus*y n*gga like he a zit
Roll 'round town, n*gga, you a lick
I don't give a f*ck 'bout who you with
Shoot you broad day with that extended clip
All my n*ggas tote them semi clips
Red beam and that sh*t at your f*cking head

[Verse 1: GNARLY FLEX]
[?], man, you know how I'm bracking
Better pray to God that I don't catch you lacking
This AR-15 is what I'm packing
Like FedEx, your life what I'm tracking
It's a shootout, man, you know that I'm whacking
Sent you to God, you don't know what happened
How you gangster but not tote a strap?
You lame ass n*ggas don't know nothin' 'bout trappin'
[Verse 2: KA$HDAMI]
You lame ass n*ggas, y'all ain't trappin'
Glock hit his face, make him loose traction
Red-dot make him do the Michael Jackson
Headshot, take his ass down like The Braxtons
Y'all n*ggas be capping like y'all really have it
Supreme on my wall and you flexin' that jacket
That ain't yo' set, don't jack it
If I want him gone then it's automatic
No hesitation, we catch him, we blasting
Call up some RAM, n*gga, that's a wrap
He said he a Rambo, boy, you know that's a cap
You stay with yo' b*tch, boy, you down bad
That couldn't be me, lil' n*gga, that's facts
And I took yo' b*tch, lil' n*gga, that's sad
And if he want static, that's what he finna have
That ain't yo' [?], you gotta take it back

[Chorus: GNARLY FLEX]
I don't give a f*ck 'bout who you know
Slide on yo' block, n*gga, with a glick
Pop a pus*y n*gga like he a zit
Roll 'round town, n*gga, you a lick
I don't give a f*ck 'bout who you with
Shoot you broad day with that extended clip
All my n*ggas tote them semi clips
Red beam and that sh*t at your f*cking head