Up the Glock

Lyrics

[Intro: P Yungin] (I got Hitman on the beat) Ayy, ayy, I ain't even gotta say nothing [Chorus: P Yungin] I'm from that Plaq, I go by P Yungin, you know what it is Bitch nigga try something with my gang and we gon' blow at his kid I had some snakes up in my circle, so you know what I did COS the gang, that's what I claim, so nigga, fuck who you with If it's a problem, bitch, you might wanna solve it Punish him, I'm all the way to the top, no, I ain't never falling All my niggas, they balling Fuck your bitch, then I have her calling Bust him up, have his people talking Leave a hole in his head like a dolphin Nigga, fuck that bar, I want him in the coffin [Verse 1: P Yungin] Nigga, fuck that bar, I want him in the coffin Just for that talking, we pull up and off him I send my youngins, they pull up like vultures Fuck on your bitch and I call her the bomb (Hold on) Hold on bitch, don't turn me down, 'cause when I catch you, I'ma leave you dеad All these niggas, they bе speaking on the gang, but they ain't yet We swerved on him and I bet that pussy bitch couldn't see his head The way the beat bassing up on the song'll fuck a nigga bed (Know how we pop that shit, nigga, know what it is, ayy, look) Favorite color red and I'll leave a nigga dead I'll never trust a bitch even if she give me some head James Harden in the Glock, GG'll bust a nigga face You better not get up out of place 4KTrey aim it his face Well, fuck it, aim it at his bae These niggas talking, we don't play [Chorus: P Yungin] I'm from that Plaq, I go by P Yungin, you know what it is Bitch nigga try something with my gang and we gon' blow at his kid I had some snakes up in my circle, so you know what I did COS the gang, that's what I claim, so nigga, fuck who you with If it's a problem, bitch, you might wanna solve it Punish him, I'm all the way to the top, no, I ain't never falling All my niggas, they balling Fuck your bitch, then I have her calling Bust him up, have his people talking Leave a hole in his head like a dolphin Nigga, fuck that bar, I want him in the coffin [Verse 2: Youngboy Never Broke Again] It's code red, Top say slime gon' leave him dead Hop out and spray it, gon' be taking off his head We gon' let him talk, that pussy boy just lay in his bed Get his fingerprint to identify him, that's what they said, man Cold case, I can't let 'em slide, I gotta kill 'em what my soul say Riding inside that Wraith just like a villain, I'm like who wanna play? It's 4KTrey, we put guns to face, ain't nobody safe For indictment's sake, make sure he erased, bro and them clean the plate [Chorus: P Yungin] I'm from that Plaq, I go by P Yungin, you know what it is Bitch nigga try something with my gang and we gon' blow at his kid I had some snakes up in my circle, so you know what I did COS the gang, that's what I claim, so nigga, fuck who you with If it's a problem, bitch, you might wanna solve it Punish him, I'm all the way to the top, no, I ain't never falling All my niggas, they balling Fuck your bitch, then I have her calling Bust him up, have his people talking Leave a hole in his head like a dolphin Nigga, fuck that bar, I want him in the coffin [Verse 3: Youngboy Never Broke Again & P Yungin] Went up right to that plate, they be stepping Pull up on him, I hit him with the Wesson Got a Glock and a stick in a Chevy Fuck that boy, I'ma pop at his melon We be all around the board Every night, I'ma sleep with that sword Throw it, leave that beef inside the streets, you know I tote it All these niggas, they be talking bringing pressure and we force it Torture, bring that bitch down, nigga know I'm for it Big extensions reaching from a distance, no extension cords Bullets flying 'round the club, and them bitches, they coming towards you (Baow, baow) [Outro: P Yungin & NBA Youngboy] Dead right on 8 street Yeah, bitch, we'll fuck over any nigga that come around, nigga know what it is, you heard me? (P Yungin off on Pack Street) Big 38, you heard me (Drop your loc', we meet up, make them pussies have a track meet) 4KTrey COS shit (Who said that they gon' step me? Tell that pussy nigga at me) All these niggas, they be talking, these niggas ain't cut You hear me? I'm like that, I'll bust you up (Yeah, yeah, gang) Dead right on 8 street P Yungin off on Pack Street Drop your loc', we meet up, make them pussies have a track meet Who said that they gon' step me? Tell that pussy nigga at me Yeah, yeah, gang