Jus Wanna Glock

Lyrics

Intro Ayy, ayy Yo, big racks on me in the studio, no cap (BB had to do it to 'em) Hah-hah! Hook | Casper TNG Ripped off limbs Fly him out his Timbs I ain't tryna fight you, I could see you hit the gym I ain't going out like Yung Tory, got my stick Got a switchy on my glick It's a fifty on my wrist R.I.P. to the opps, now I'm bored because they dead Had a beam on a Glock, and I tried it on your friend, uh I know why they mad because we stompin' on your friends Steppin' on your ends, I can't fuck, she on her reds Verse | Casper TNG Carti' lens, Bardi lens Fuck a ho, I'm chasin' M's I hit her and then her friend Shordy told me she from 'Vern, so I check her with a TEC She got brains, I'm tryna learn, spent a hour with her head And I told her, "Work your neck" He a bitch, he never press Why you spend your whole day cappin'? Nigga, who you tryna impress? Heard he hit Kilani, bought a chain, that shit lookin' dess Everybody gettin' money, no, you can't get shit for ten Ripped off limbs Fly him out his Timbs Broski told me, "Time to hit the mosque", I got a Jinn Broski told me, "Opps just tried to rush", I told him, "Spin" Feel like Khaled in the 6ix, nigga, all I do is win And these old niggas hatin' on my block like I ain't him Who the one that put my block up on the map and made it lit? Who the one that put them bricks up in the trap and made it flip? How come one day, you a Blood, and the other, you a Crip? Flight to a show, might bring your ho Need a break from Toronto, I break her back in Mexico She need a break from your stalkin' ass, leave that girl alone Put the racks in a duffle bag, young, and rest are old Put some bricks in a backpack, ain't going to unfold How the fuck you gonna copy me? Then say that you got clones? I don't want you on my song no more, your views are way too low Late bloomer with the brick game, but them shits go Black girl, she a white head, call her, "Sisqó" Do a line, now she dancin' like it's disco Money from the trap, huh, thighs lookin' wrinkle Pull up, meetings in the trap, fiends, I twinkle Brown skin baddie, and she got back dimples Lately, I been at the pot, whip it like I'm Cizzle Asked me if I like her, and I told her, "Just a little" That is my bitch, she gon' sit when I whistle Hook | Casper TNG Ripped off limbs Fly him out his Timbs I ain't tryna fight you, I could see you hit the gym I ain't going out like Yung Tory, got my stick Got a switchy on my glick It's a fifty on my wrist R.I.P. to the opps, now I'm bored because they dead Had a beam on a Glock, and I tried it on your friend, uh I know why they mad because we stompin' on your friends Steppin' on your ends, I can't fuck, she on her reds