[Intro]
(Biinx, you a fool)
[Chorus]
Glocks, hundred-round drums
More money came in at once
I hope he ain't tryna get dumb
Smoke a nigga like Runtz
Bobbalam couldn't even show me more money then me, why should I give a fuck?
Rapper ah nigga keep tryna rap like me, but God, nobody's like us
[Verse]
We leave shit on the curb by the bus
Turn that nigga into dust
All of these bloggers be talkin' 'bout me, but I ain't hearin' nonthin'
I think I might be the one
I think I might be the one to get a shirt when these niggas slumped
And then say, 'Rest in piss, bitch"
I'm glad we put you up
[Bridge]
I'm glad we did it to 'em
I've been tryna shoot 'em
I've been tryna see him
Bet they better not lose 'em
I bet them boys are seeing 'em
[Chorus]
Glocks, hundred-round drums
More money came in at once
I hope he ain't tryna get dumb
Smoke a nigga like Runtz
Bobbalam couldn't even show me more money then me, why should I give a fuck?
Rapper ah nigga keep tryna rap like me, but God, nobody's like us
Glocks, hundred-round drums
More money came in at once
I hope he ain't tryna get dumb
Smoke a nigga like Runtz
Bobbalam couldn't even show me more money then me, why should I give a fuck?
Rapper ah nigga keep tryna rap like me, but God, nobody's like us