Glocks & Macs! Lyrics

Slam!

Damn

Damn

Ok

Ok

Posted outside of your crib

Posted outside with some clips

Posted outside with your bitch

Set you up...

Set you up!

We finna shoot out the shit

Turn the whole room to a fritz

Turn your lil bro to a schiz'

(He talkin to ghosts!)

Glocks and Macs

With Yoppas attached

We waiting too long in this bitch, we oughta attack

How he be posting bout guns but he can't even clap?

Why he be posting a bitch that he can't even tap?

Black diamonds, Akon

The shit that I'm dripping is A1

I turned the Glock to a ray gun

I gave the sauce for my day ones

The rollie he rocking a fake one

Pour me a four I don't take ones (ok)

Wake up and cop me some Cartier glasses, it's been a year since I copped Ray-bans

Fee fi fo fum, run in this bitch

Cause E I O, I'm running this shit

Ain't no way you touching my shit

Cause Dee die do, you done in this bitch

Broke little bitch, grumbling bitch

Pessimistic ain't no fun in this bitch

Pull up to your block for some band practice, it's a parade yeah we drumming that bitch

(Fire!)

I say the prayer, my chopper say amen

I think my Glockie misandrist, cause I know she hate men

The racks that I spent in a week I know it's at least 8 bands

(count up the money!)

Winterworld 2 was a hit, so I had to whip a Benz

Glocks and Macs

With Yoppas attached

We waiting too long in this bitch

We oughta attack

How he be posting bout guns but he can't even clap?

Why he be posting a bitch that he can't even tap?

Ok, ok!

Ok, ok!

Ok, ok!

Ok, ok!

Ok, ok!