[Intro]
G-L-O-C-K (Ayy)
The fuck? (Yeah)
(You don't look familiar, real recognize real)
We are so turnt up right now (Ayy, ayy, aye)
(You don't look familiar, real recognize real)
On some real fuck shit, heh
Tied up, baby (Paper Route Business)
[Chorus]
Young nigga, six figures up, how the fuck you feel? (Yeah)
I pulled up in a coupe, shit, they thought I signed a deal (Huh)
You don't look familiar, real recognize real (Racks)
Bitch, I'm money hungry, you know I can't miss no meal
Why the fuck these niggas so lame, lame, lame? (Lame)
Knowin' damn well they can't hang with gang, gang, gang (Gang)
Throwin' bullets and rounds, make it rain, rain, rain (Rain)
I'm flexin' so hard, it's a shame, shame, shame
[Verse 1]
I'm runnin' to the money, bitch, I feel like Usain (Bolt)
You talk down on my name, bitch, chopper kick — Liu Kang (Yah)
Don't talk down on the gang (Nah, nah), the chopper sing Eddie Cane (Hah)
Stove top Glock (Glock) bitch, you know I keep the flame
I need everything, bitch, I feel like Jesse James
You talkin' 'bout runnin' up guap (Talkin'), I'm on the same thang (Let's do it)
You thinkin' 'bout runnin' up on me; you gon' loose your brain
Three hundred for some flip-flops, they like, "what a shame" (Oh, sheesh)
Niggas talkin' foul, I'ma take 'em out the game (Bitch)
Stretch a fuck nigga then I'm goin' at his chain (You bitch)
Niggas talkin' foul, I'ma take 'em out the game (You bitch)
Stretch a fuck nigga then I'm goin' at his chain (Yeah, bitch)
[Chorus]
Young nigga, six figures up, how the fuck you feel? (I'm up)
I pulled up in a coupe, shit, they thought I signed a deal (I'm gone)
You don't look familiar, real recognize real (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm money hungry, you know I can't miss no meal
Why the fuck these niggas so lame, lame, lame? (Lame)
Knowin' damn well they can't hang with gang, gang, gang (Gang)
Throwin' bullets and rounds, make it rain, rain, rain (Fly)
I'm flexin' so hard (Bling), it's a shame, shame, shame
[Verse 2]
VVS diamonds drippin' on my sleeve and collar
Never been a trick, I keep my stick like Harry Potter
I said, VVS diamonds drippin' on my sleeve and collar
Never been a trick, I keep my stick like Harry Potter
Niggas plottin', watchin' (Huh?), pulled up Benz, I dropped it
Bitches jaws droppin' (Droppin'), smoke kush, I'm a Rasta (Gas)
No, I'm no pill popper
Big rocks look like fossil (Water)
Shit dripping like faucet (Water)
This shit get colossal, this shit get colossal (I said)
Ain't no talkin', I'll off 'em, ain't no talkin', I'll off 'em
I play with fields of that green like I'm golfin' (Trap)
[Chorus]
Young nigga, six figures up, how the fuck you feel? (Real)
I pulled up in a coupe, shit, they thought I signed a deal (What it is?)
You don't look familiar, real recognize real (Uh-uh)
Bitch, I'm money hungry, you know I can't miss no meal (Glock)
Why the fuck these niggas so lame, lame, lame? (Oh)
Knowin' damn well they can't hang with gang, gang, gang (Can't hang, uh-uh)
Throwin' bullets and rounds, make it rain, rain, rain (Rain)
I'm flexin' so hard (Flex, flex, flex), it's a shame, shame, shame (Damn shame)
