Up the Glock lyrics

[Intro: P Yungin]
(I got Hitman on the beat)
Ayy, ayy, I ain't even gotta say nothing

[Chorus: P Yungin]
I'm from that Plaq, I go by P Yungin, you know what it is
b*tch n*gga try something with my gang and we gon' blow at his kid
I had some snakes up in my circle, so you know what I did
COS the gang, that's what I claim, so n*gga, f*ck who you with
If it's a problem, b*tch, you might wanna solve it
Punish him, I'm all the way to the top, no, I ain't never falling
All my n*ggas, they balling
f*ck your b*tch, then I have her calling
Bust him up, have his people talking
Leave a hole in his head like a dolphin
n*gga, f*ck that bar, I want him in the coffin

[Verse 1: P Yungin]
n*gga, f*ck that bar, I want him in the coffin
Just for that talking, we pull up and off him
I send my youngins, they pull up like vultures
f*ck on your b*tch and I call her the bomb (Hold on)
Hold on b*tch, don't turn me down, 'cause when I catch you, I'ma leave you dеad
All these n*ggas, they bе speaking on the gang, but they ain't yet
We swerved on him and I bet that pus*y b*tch couldn't see his head
The way the beat bassing up on the song'll f*ck a n*gga bed (Know how we pop that sh*t, n*gga, know what it is, ayy, look)
Favorite color red and I'll leave a n*gga dead
I'll never trust a b*tch even if she give me some head
James Harden in the Glock, GG'll bust a n*gga face
You better not get up out of place
4KTrey aim it his face
Well, f*ck it, aim it at his bae
These n*ggas talking, we don't play
[Chorus: P Yungin]
I'm from that Plaq, I go by P Yungin, you know what it is
b*tch n*gga try something with my gang and we gon' blow at his kid
I had some snakes up in my circle, so you know what I did
COS the gang, that's what I claim, so n*gga, f*ck who you with
If it's a problem, b*tch, you might wanna solve it
Punish him, I'm all the way to the top, no, I ain't never falling
All my n*ggas, they balling
f*ck your b*tch, then I have her calling
Bust him up, have his people talking
Leave a hole in his head like a dolphin
n*gga, f*ck that bar, I want him in the coffin

[Verse 2: Youngboy Never Broke Again]
It's code red, Top say slime gon' leave him dead
Hop out and spray it, gon' be taking off his head
We gon' let him talk, that pus*y boy just lay in his bed
Get his fingerprint to identify him, that's what they said, man
Cold case, I can't let 'em slide, I gotta kill 'em what my soul say
Riding inside that Wraith just like a villain, I'm like who wanna play?
It's 4KTrey, we put guns to face, ain't nobody safe
For indictment's sake, make sure he erased, bro and them clean the plate

[Chorus: P Yungin]
I'm from that Plaq, I go by P Yungin, you know what it is
b*tch n*gga try something with my gang and we gon' blow at his kid
I had some snakes up in my circle, so you know what I did
COS the gang, that's what I claim, so n*gga, f*ck who you with
If it's a problem, b*tch, you might wanna solve it
Punish him, I'm all the way to the top, no, I ain't never falling
All my n*ggas, they balling
f*ck your b*tch, then I have her calling
Bust him up, have his people talking
Leave a hole in his head like a dolphin
n*gga, f*ck that bar, I want him in the coffin
[Verse 3: Youngboy Never Broke Again & P Yungin]
Went up right to that plate, they be stepping
Pull up on him, I hit him with the Wesson
Got a Glock and a stick in a Chevy
f*ck that boy, I'ma pop at his melon
We be all around the board
Every night, I'ma sleep with that sword
Throw it, leave that beef inside the streets, you know I tote it
All these n*ggas, they be talking bringing pressure and we force it
Torture, bring that b*tch down, n*gga know I'm for it
Big extensions reaching from a distance, no extension cords
Bullets flying 'round the club, and them b*tches, they coming towards you (Baow, baow)

[Outro: P Yungin & NBA Youngboy]
Dead right on 8 street
Yeah, b*tch, we'll f*ck over any n*gga that come around, n*gga know what it is, you heard me? (P Yungin off on Pack Street)
Big 38, you heard me (Drop your loc', we meet up, make them pussies have a track meet)
4KTrey COS sh*t (Who said that they gon' step me? Tell that pus*y n*gga at me)
All these n*ggas, they be talking, these n*ggas ain't cut
You hear me? I'm like that, I'll bust you up (Yeah, yeah, gang)
Dead right on 8 street
P Yungin off on Pack Street
Drop your loc', we meet up, make them pussies have a track meet
Who said that they gon' step me? Tell that pus*y n*gga at me
Yeah, yeah, gang