[JB Bin Laden]
30 in my Glock and it came with a lamp
He got on problems, we creeping at night
f** with the opps and we might take your life
High speed and we see blowing whites
Riding dirty, green beam on a chop
f** 12 might blick at the cops
Shots fired and them bodies gon drop
Don't forget I came straight from the block
Where I'm from we ride straight to the Glock
Imma get money, I'll make it or not
You n***as funny you hate I get guap
You n***as bum you can't hang you can't rock
It'll get ugly if you play with the block
Glocks fired and them bodies gon' drop
b**hes they love us they come out and flock