Lyrics

[Intro] You ain't do it by your lonely (Whoo, ooh) Yeah He ain't gon' stay down, man, he folded I really thought that nigga was my homie You ain't do it by your lonely (Yeah, yeah, yeah) (Grroom, grroom, grroom, yeah) [Chorus] Two-tone Glock and it's customized Baby chopper on me, came from the Russian guys Stay in the trap, no, you can't come inside (Woo) Standard on me, they like, "Who brought the gun inside?" (Woo) Look at me now, I'm feelin' like Busta Rhymes Smoke out the pounds, come and shop anytime Mini Uzi gon' blow like a dandelion (Woo, ooh) I'm on the drugs, I can't feel again (Yeah, yeah) I'm feeling like 50, I'm rolling with many men (Yeah, yeah) Kaydoo gon' hop out that minivan (Yeah, yeah) And spin on his block, I ain't talkin' no ceiling fans Me and Lil Dre backdoored that crib again (Yeah, yeah) Big drums, we ain't playin' with instruments Here they come, got 12 tryna blitz again (Woo, ooh) [Verse] Ruger or Glock, which one should I pick again? These niggas not trappin', they just trying to fit in Catchin' plays like I play for the Redskins Mask down, send a shot at your headband Now that lil' nigga a dead man Pick up a pack in the trap like the mailman Scoob hit a jugg for ten bands (Who?) This trappin' ain't (You) I slide in a (Coupe) I'm off a bar, on the (Moon) These niggas never gon' (Shoot) I heard she is loving the (Crew) And you still loving her (Ooh) These niggas not real, thought you knew, knew, knew (I thought you knew, I thought you knew, grroom, grroom, grroom, I thought you knew) [Chorus] Two-tone Glock and it's customized Baby chopper on me, came from the Russian guys Stay in the trap, no, you can't come inside Standard on me, they like, "Who brought the gun inside?" Look at me now, I'm feelin' like Busta Rhymes Smoke out the pounds, come and shop anytime Mini Uzi gon' blow like a dandelion (Woo, ooh) I'm on the drugs, I can't feel again (Yeah, yeah) I'm feeling like 50, I'm rolling with many men (Yeah, yeah) Kaydoo gon' hop out that minivan (Yeah, yeah) And spin on his block, I ain't talkin' no ceiling fans Me and Lil Dre backdoored that crib again (Yeah, yeah) Big drums, we ain't playin' with instruments Here they come, got 12 tryna blitz again (Woo, ooh) [Outro] I hope these drugs will never end (I hope these drugs will never end) I got your bitch, we best of friends (I got your bitch, we best of friends) I said, "Oh no," in that jam (I said, "Oh no," in that jam) I was sure that they'd shoot me dead (I was sure that they'd shoot me dead) Woo, ooh