[Intro]
f** Boy, bumbaclot boy
Say one thing then we gon' be on your block boy
Got a lot boy, thats' that Glock boy
f** boy, toting some Glock boy
[Hook]
I'm smoking strong a** pack and sh**
My n***as come through wacking sh**
Bad b**hes rub my back and sh**
Like the police, they always ask me sh**
I be adding sh**, subtracting sh**
Lately, I been on some relaxing sh**
I bet motherf**ers wanna know how big my mansion is
Let me tell a f** n***a just glance at it
[Verse 1]
f** boy, bumbaclot boy
Say one thing we gon' be on your block boy
We them Glo Gang hotboys
Come through k**in sh** and they can't stop us
So run your block up
I'm coming through with all nine, Glocks and choppers
And ain't nobody getting locked up
We ain't snitching and you n***as not us
Sending sh** like mailmans
Ten n***as in one little caravan
A lot of tools and a couple of handy men
Come through bustin' at you, better duck when you hear the man
I'm glo'd up like a candle, man
And my chain carry no diamonds, that little man
And I bet your b**h a happy camper, man
She give brain like she got a happy temperament
To f** boys I am Casper
They say what's up and I look past 'em
I got a AK with a dagger
And I'ma shoot your a** up then I'ma stab you up
Almighty spectacular
In the stu late night, buying beats like I'm Dracula
Let a n***a act like he tryna fight me, then imma light him up
Remember when i used to ain't have sh**, now I got the finest stuff
[Hook]
I'm smoking strong a** pack and sh**
My n***as come through wacking sh**
Bad b**hes rub my back and sh**
Like the police, they always ask me sh**
I be adding sh**, subtracting sh**
Lately, I been on some relaxing sh**
I bet motherf**ers wanna know how big my mansion is
Let me tell a f** n***a just glance at it
[Verse 2]
I'm winning, no pretending
Windows tinted, none of my cars rented
I could spend it, so I can spend it
Smoking Tooka when I'm reminiscing
Pull up on your block like skrr
f** n***as gon' freeze up like deer
I like lean, I don't want no beer
I'm eighteem, I don't want no beer
Six thots, wifey, and one me
Glock 18, ain't need to be dumb with me
Try to come up in here, turn your a** to lunch beef
Lotta fire what you gonna see
I still like my b**h conceited
Still 300 O'Block 'til I'm bleeding
We still in the streets k**ing oppositions
I'm cooling in the stu, tryna make me a billion
Throw your set up, throw your gats up
Throw the wrong gat up then you get smacked up
Throw the wrong set up then you get stretched up
I got a small circle, I done lessed up
But I got shooters in Miami
Got shooters in Los Angeles
Got shooters in Alabama
Shoot your concert up and leave nothing but cameras
[Hook]
I'm smoking strong a** pack and sh**
My n***as come through wacking sh**
Bad b**hes rub my back and sh**
Like the police, they always ask me sh**
I be adding sh**, subtracting sh**
Lately, I been on some relaxing sh**
I bet motherf**ers wanna know how big my mansion is
Let me tell a f** n***a just glance at it