Run up on me, you get shot down
Run up on me, and you gon' hear a Glock sound (grrah, grrah)
Brodie, he heavy, he fresh out the box now
This thot wanna lick me 'cause I got some guap now
Shit, f**k all the opps, 'cause I got the spot now
Two-hundred the views, they all on my c**k now
I got lay great, so I keep a Glock 'round
Brrt-da-boom, you all in a box now
Throw up the O's while she drivin' the boat
Deep in the streets, I be movin' like Ghost
Got caught with the heat, 'cause it poke through the coat
Better not push up on me, get put on a post
And that's word to my dead
I tote the grippy with one in the head
She get straight on her knees, she can't lay on my bed
Lookin' for the Gz heard they want me dead
Duckin' from the D's 'cause I tote the lead
Brodie off of a bean, aimin' for the head