700 Gloxks

700 shit

Yeah, ****

WaxGang, ****

Long Live Woo

Fuck you talking 'bout?

GlockBoyz, ****

Free BroadDay, dumb-ass ****

What up, GlockBoyz?

**** finna feel this one

All these Glocks around, they think we linkin' up with Tez

Prayin' he get out, I can't wait to catch your mans (Bitch)

Throwing them bullets right Bryant like he Dez

They think I be with Mone, I keep the strap and like to shred

Your mans got popped and told it all, he Jaylin Craig

It's like 700 Glocks, we pressin' shit like Patty Bev'

The heat kill the virus, I got the Glock, so that shit dead

How the fuck did he get out and he was just sittin' in the feds? (What the fuck?)

We in the opps' hood with ten K's, but we ain't Kev

Bitch, we really step, my name hold more weight than some pegs

****, we really drop ****

That 40 Glock turn **** Bobby, he a hot ****

A hundred shots'll make a **** close his spot, ****

You see me clutchin', bang bang like I'm pops, ****

We really with whatever

Lil' bro'll wipe a **** nose like you under the weather

Still'll catch a body on the road like that **** Kevin

Still be fuckin' other ****' hoes, I ain't learned my lesson

My **** Tez be throwin' bullets, not the ones for catchin'

My boys the mafia, we got 700 poles

I can't trip over a bitch, I got 700 hoes (Freak bitch)

I'll leave a **** open like some flip-flops

I be in the streets, he in the crib making TikToks (Lame-ass ****)

I ain't finna play with ****, this ain't GameStop (Boy)

Free Tae, me and my baby got the same opps (Same opps)

He tryna move out of town, tryna change spots

He gon' get the same treatment that that **** Caine got

Bitch, it's goin' down like Young Joc (Like Young Joc)

Weed loud as hell, they can hear it down the block, **** (They can hear it down the block)

Ain't nobody on my head but my barber (Uh-huh)

That **** finna die, y'all better put him on a charger

Bitch, I bet I catch him in that Charger (Skrrt)

I got Drac', these **** in that field with Tony Parker

He want smoke and every time he blow a puff, this shit get harsher

My **** slide down your block and clear the streets, no U.S. Marshals

Lil' bitch lookin' at my chain, yeah, it like to dance

See my shirt came with the V, I ain't got no friends

She like, "What you payin' for your shoes?" Hit me for a band

Uh-huh, this baby Draco wood, but this AR tan

Yeah, she gon' fuck me and TeeJaee, it was in her plans

I'm still ridin' with the same **** that popped your mans (Fuck that ****, ayy, bitch)

I'm still ridin' with the same **** that popped your mans

700 GlockBoyz, we rockin' like a fuckin' band