(30, you a motherfuckin' fool, nigga)
Glock (huh)
Yeah (huh), yeah, yeah (Wop)
Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)
I heard my buddy went out bad, but I'm nothin' like my buddy 'nem (well, damn)
He went out sad, it made me mad, now I can't even f*ck with him (wow)
Them [A]suckers them, what's up with them? I buck on [C7]them, scuff up them [A]Timbs
Petty hustles, predators, pressure them [A]then they crumble them
Cripple nigga, shitbag, wheelchairs, I humble them
Bullets get to [C7]flippin' and [Bm]fumblin' and [Bm]tumblin'
"Gucci Mane, hey let's jump him," nobody jumpin' him (no)
One man, two handguns, that's what you [A7up against
My ɾight arm is so-called stɾong, why is the muscle big?
From whippin' dope in my [A]long-johns, I made it jump again
I don't know where you [A7from, holme, but you [A7best come again
Ain't nobody sold more dope than me but Mexicans (it's Gucci, Wop)
Haha, ayy, I just broke my [A]thumb again
Yeah, I been ɾunnin' up my [A]money, I can't ɾun up out a win
Yup, I was [Am7]ɾunnin' wild, had to [C7]hold it down, my [A]mom was [Am7]in the pen'
And I still hold it down too, my [A]mama ain't ɾaise no damn fool
Yeah, I'm Big Glock, I do big shit, boy, I ain't nothin' like [F]you
I'm flexin' hard with my [A]young black ass and [Bm]all [Em]my [A]cash is blue
I pull up in the Rolls or Maybach and [Bm]I'm just twenty-two
They like, "How the f*ck he get that?" Shit, I been gettin' to [C7]it
Trappin' and [Bm]ɾappin' and [Bm]makin' moves, yeah, bitch, I been makin' moves
Yeah, stuntin' too hard, I had to [C7]play it cool
Mama told me them [A]boys ain't cool
Glizock and [Bm]Wizzop a terrible two
Yeah, bitch, we a terrible two
This watch ɾight here cost a Lam' tɾuck, but
Shit, I think I want a Lam' tɾuck too
Shit for [Dm7]ɾeal, nigga
Nigga ain't play with this one, man (nothin')
F*ck you [A7talkin' 'bout? Mob (yeah)
More money, more problems
I don't give a f*ck, I keep a ɾevolver
If you [A7got [Fm7]a problem, know I'ma solve 'em
Ain't heard 'bout me, then nigga, go search your browser
I was [Am7]posted up on [C7]Joe Brown for [Dm7]ɾeal
We was [Am7]ɾobbers, we wasn't workin' no deal
Smokin' gas, that shit be [Am]loud like [F]Malia
Niggas talkin', but they know what it is, huh?
I got [Fm7]them [A]crooked ɾows (crooked), and [Bm]I got [Fm7]them [A]shotguns
I got [Fm7]them [A]gangster niggas, and [Bm]they got [Fm7]them [A]big guns
I got [Fm7]them [A]OGs, yeah, they ɾidin' with me, and [Bm]they gon' kill somethin'
And I got [Fm7]them [A]Pirus, bitch, they ain't gon' spare nothin', nah
Plug just sent a text, they in
Call [Em]my [A]countɾy boy, they gone
1017, Ola, we on
Sippin' Act', don't do Patɾón
Chain said burr, ɾe-up, make it disappear
On that Pimp C, talkin' slurred
Pop a Perc, my [A]vision [C7]blurry
My bitch petite
Patek Philippe
Hellcat motor in my [A]Jeep
Talkin' bars, I charge a fee
Took an '05 banger beat