‎‎gun store (Gooo)

[Intro] Um, um, um, um Ayy [Verse] How you rich, but you poor? Got me sleepin' on your tracks, I ain't tryna fuckin' hear that shit And you said got a fuckin' Glock in the store Bad bitch jumpin' on my dick, swear, she ain't no whore (Uh) Brought a gun in the store Got a stolo on my hip, said I'll hit you and your whore (Yeah) And I know why that bitch up on my dick and not yours (Uh) (Uh, uh, uh, yeah) I got swag comin' out my fuckin' pores Yeah, I know why my bitch mine and she not yours (Yeah) Swear to God, boy, I'll jugg you out that four Said them boys run the city, said street shit core Got a Glock, no lore (What, what?) Yeah, she tryna pull my pants down, uh (What, what, what, what? Uh) I can't love no whore What my mama said? You take 'em with a bat, they not yours Break a bitch down, put it in her core I won't fuckin' with her no more, so I made her yours Yeah, it's thirty on the clip, yeah, this bitch ain't in a drawer and y'all dancin' to my songs, love that shit, yeah (Uh)