[Intro]
Glock hot but you know I still carry
On front street but you know I'm not scary
Glock hot but you know I still carry
On front street but you know I'm not scary
Glock hot but you know I still carry
On front street but you know I'm not scary
These ni**as rapping about that sh*t but I live it
I'm going hard as fu*k, can't be a statistic
I'm counting plata yeah I'm getting them digits
Got a full clip and you know I'm gon' rip it
He violated so you know I'm gon' dip him
He a loose tie so-
(DJ Phat drop that sh*t)
Aye
(And this beat from Cash not from YouTube)
Blat, blat
Fifty
(DJ Phat)
Yeah, rich slime
Aye
[Chorus]
Got murder on my mind
Thirty-one shots in the Glock .29
Just caught a opp now I'm pouring up lines
Back of the back and the seat gon' recline
Swiping the card til' I see it decline
All of my ni**as they throwing up rich slime
Can't fu*k with these ni**as, these ni**as be swine
I'm sliming that ni**a, he acting too kind
Got big rocks on my wrist, can't see the time
Just slid on his block and I'm toting that G .9
Foreign b*tch with me, you know she a dime
Seventeen shooters with me and they slime
African diamonds on me, they gon' shine
I just took your b*tch now she throwing up rich slime
Shades on my face but you know that I'm not blind
The pack on the way and you know that sh*t on time
[Verse]
Getting that sack like I play on the o-line
Yeah we be sending hail mary's
Just shot the clip now the ni**a act scary
I'm on the scene but I ain't talking about Perry
Been trapping hard as fu*k til' I had a Blackberry
Chopper all black like Larry
Got a trap b*tch, she ain't tryna' get married
On T.V. but I ain't talking about [?]
Glock hot but you know I still carry
On front street but you know I'm not scary
These ni**as rapping about that sh*t but I live it
I'm going hard as fu*k, can't be a statistic
I'm counting plata yeah I'm getting them digits
Got a full clip and you know I'm gon' rip it
He violated so you know I'm gon' dip him
He a loose tie so you know I'm gon' clip him
[Chorus]
Got murder on my mind
Thirty-one shots in the Glock .29
Just caught a opp now I'm pouring up lines
Back of the back and the seat gon' recline
Swiping the card til' I see it decline
All of my ni**as they throwing up rich slime
Can't fu*k with these ni**as, these ni**as be swine
I'm sliming that ni**a, he acting too kind
Got big rocks on my wrist, can't see the time
Just slid on his block and I'm toting that G .9
Foreign b*tch with me, you know she a dime
Seventeen shooters with me and they slime
African diamonds on me, they gon' shine
I just took your b*tch now she throwing up rich slime
Shades on my face but you know that I'm not blind
The pack on the way and you know that sh*t on time
[Outro]
S.I.P. man
Sipping in peace
(Crashout boyz)