Mr. Glock
South memphis' finest, nigga
(Hitkidd, what it do, man?)
Yeah, yeah (yeah)

Uh, I pop my shit for fun
I be smokin' on that zaza, sipping' lean
like pimp and bun (bitch)
Yeah, these niggas talk that rah-rah shit
but they know I ain't the one (uh-uh)
Yeah, these niggas talk that rah-rah shit
ain't even got a crumb (huh?)

Ayy, I been countin 'all day
I done fractured my thumb (woo)
I took a look down at my wrist
and it look just like a pond (woo)
I took a look up in the mirror
and told that nigga: You won (yeah)
Real street nigga, drop a nigga, then drop a song
Like ain't shit happen (yeah)

I just got off tour, went right back, yep, I'm back at it
If you know just like I know
these niggas big cappin' (big cappin')
Yeah, all that make-believe shit
you need to quit rappin' (yeah)
Heard you got stuck with a p
you need to quit trappin' (what the fuck?)

Uh, I pop my shit for fun (yeah)
I be smokin' on that zaza
sippin' lean like pimp and bun (yeah)
Yeah, these niggas talk that rah-rah shit
but they know I ain't the one (uh-uh)
Yeah, these niggas talk that rah-rah shit
ain't even got a crumb (huh?)

Fucked on this milf all day, I'm the same age as her son
Told my nigga no attempting, shit
we tryna get it done (bah)
I get cake, like every day
but my birthday, I got it done (skrrt)
Got ben franklin on my line, I told that nigga: Here I come

Like, brr, brr, brr (here I come, let's go)
I got blue strips in my pocket, I got blue tips in my gun
I had copped the goyard wallet
and I bought that shit for nothin'
If I put my jewelry on a scale
that shit would say: A ton (bling)

This bitch said that I'm the one
uno, yeah, number one (yeah)
Pockets fat, real fat, sumo, started with crumbs (yeah)
Chopper sing, chopper sing, bruno, yeah, bruno mars (yeah)
Let a nigga play with me
you gon' see a shootin' star (fah, fah, fah)

Uh, I pop my shit for fun (yeah)
I be smokin' on that zaza
sippin' lean like pimp and bun (yeah)
Yeah, these niggas talk that rah-rah shit
but they know I ain't the one (uh-uh)
Yeah, these niggas talk that rah-rah shit
ain't even got a crumb (huh?)

Ayy, I been countin' all day
I done fractured my thumb (yeah)
I took a look down at my wrist
and it look just like a pond (yeah)
I took a look up in the mirror
and told that nigga: You won (yeah)
Real street nigga, drop a nigga, then drop a song
Like ain't shit happen