(Verse 1):
Now don't you run away from my Glock
You can't dodge 17 muthaf**in' shots
Could somebody pa** me a clip and a trigger
Walk across the party pistol whip a n***a
Shiiit
I'm comin' up at 'em with the .9's the Glocks and Macs
And they'll never breathe again like Toni Braxton
Cause I don't see nothing wrooong with a little brotha jack
So say "what up?" to the 187 FAC
Nappy head a** muthaf**as wearin' plats
Kickin' back like a muthaf**a slangin' s**
Ready to peel a n***a cap if they got the nap
So if you're funkin' with the FAC
Better to stay strapped
Cause we'll be comin' up at your back with the black Gat
n***a, and you be feelin' kinda f**ed up
When your homie dropped, it's simple
You can't run away from my Glock
(Chorus): 2x
Doncha runaway
From my Nine
There's no place to hide
I'm gonna get you by and by
(Verse 2):
Spiggedy One kickin' dat a** with some lay back sh**
The trigga-happy n***a, I figure
n***as won't wanna step to me
If they know I'll be bustin' caps
I roll straps n***as take naps
Cause I don't be f**in' around
When it comes to bustin' that steel
I'm too real, n***as feeel me
When I kick this gangsta a** sh** that you never heard
But f** what you've heard
I smokes n***as like Herb
Put your a** smooth on ice
So n***a don't be 2 proud to beg
For your muthaf**in' life
Cause Nine Kelly I'mma make 'em stutter
Make 'em drop, n***a
You can't run away from my Glock
(Chorus): 2x
(Verse 3):
Comin' like the Lench Mobb swingin' on the vine
Bailin' out peace to my muthaf**in' Nine
Pullin' my cap back ready to serve they a**
Givin' a f** about what the next n***a done up in the past
n***a, I like to let a n***a have a bloody body
Don't think I'm bad, no box and no karate
Just a big fat Gat for them s**as
I ain't scared to you muthaf**as
Shiiit, and n***a that's how it be
"rollin' with my muthaf**in' strap on the side of me"
So don't come at me with that sh**
'Bout you gon gaffle me up
I co*k your cranium like the muthaf**in' [?], n***a
So keep your hand on your pistol grip
Bullets whistlin' and sh**
Feel like a f**in' missle when they hit
And I advice you to stay on the lurk
Cause if you funkin' with my n***as
You gon put in some work, n***a
(Chorus): 2x
(Outro):
Yeah n***a
You knew you couldn't f** wid this G
Would you wanna step to me
Fault, ho, haha
Spiggedy One whippin' on that a**
Ant Banks in the muthaf**in' house
My n***a Omar
My n***a knocced out muthaf**a drunk and sh**
This n***a Jamar lay down the muthaf**in' studio
Drunk in tha muthaf**a
You know what I'm sayin'
But you know one thing
Everybody in this muthaf**a's strapped
You know what I'm sayin'
And nobody comin' up short
So don't try to run away from my Glock
Can't dodge 17 muthaf**in' shots
187 thousand G