(Verse 1):
Now don't you run away from my Glock
You can't dodge 17 m****f***in' shots
Could somebody pass me a clip and a trigger
Walk across the party pistol whip a n****
Shiiit,
I'm comin' up at 'em with the .9's the Glocks and Macs
And they'll never breathe again like Toni Braxton
Cause I don't see nothing wrooong with a little brotha jack
So say "what up?" to the 187 FAC
Nappy head a** m****f****s wearin' plats
Kickin' back like a m****f**** slangin' s**
Ready to peel a n**** cap if they got the nap
So if you're funkin' with the FAC
Better to stay strapped
Cause we'll be comin' up at your back with the black Gat
n****, and you be feelin' kinda f***** up
When your homie dropped, it's simple
You can't run away from my Glock
(Chorus): 2x
Doncha runaway
From my Nine
There's no place to hide
I'm gonna get you by and by
(Verse 2):
Spiggedy One kickin' dat a** with some lay back s***
The trigga-happy n****, I figure
n***** won't want to step to me
If they know I'll be bustin' caps
I roll straps n***** take naps
Cause I don't be f*****' around
When it comes to bustin' that steel
I'm too real, n***** feeel me
When I kick this gangsta a** s*** that you never heard
But f*** what you've heard
I smokes n***** like Herb
Put your a** smooth on ice
So n**** don't be 2 proud to beg
For your m****f***in' life
Cause Nine Kelly I'ma make 'em stutter
Make 'em drop, n****
You can't run away from my Glock
(Chorus): 2x
(Verse 3):
Comin' like the Lench Mobb swingin' on the vine
Bailin' out peace to my m****f***in' Nine
Pullin' my cap back ready to serve they a**
Givin' a f*** about what the next n**** done up in the past
n****, I like to let a n**** have a b***** body
Don't think I'm bad, no box and no karate
Just a big fat Gat for them suckas
I ain't scared to you m****f****s
Shiiit, and n**** that's how it be
"rollin' with my m****f***in' strap on the side of me"
So don't come at me with that s***
'Bout you gon gaffle me up
I c*** your cranium like the m****f***in' [?], n****
So keep your hand on your pistol grip
Bullets whistlin' and s***
Feel like a f*****' missile when they hit
And I advice you to stay on the lurk
Cause if you funkin' with my n*****
You gon put in some work, n****
(Chorus): 2x
(Outro):
Yeah n****
You knew you couldn't f*** wid this G
Would you want to step to me
Fault, hoe, haha
Spiggedy One whippin' on that a**
Ant Banks in the m****f***in' house
My n**** Omar
My n**** knocced out m****f**** drunk and s***
This n**** Jamar lay down the m****f***in' studio
Drunk in tha m****f****
You know what I'm sayin'
But you know one thing
Everybody in this m****f****'s strapped
You know what I'm sayin'
And nobody comin' up short
So don't try to run away from my Glock
Can't dodge 17 m****f***in' shots
187 thousand G
Now don't you run away from my Glock
You can't dodge 17 m****f***in' shots
Could somebody pass me a clip and a trigger
Walk across the party pistol whip a n****
Shiiit,
I'm comin' up at 'em with the .9's the Glocks and Macs
And they'll never breathe again like Toni Braxton
Cause I don't see nothing wrooong with a little brotha jack
So say "what up?" to the 187 FAC
Nappy head a** m****f****s wearin' plats
Kickin' back like a m****f**** slangin' s**
Ready to peel a n**** cap if they got the nap
So if you're funkin' with the FAC
Better to stay strapped
Cause we'll be comin' up at your back with the black Gat
n****, and you be feelin' kinda f***** up
When your homie dropped, it's simple
You can't run away from my Glock
(Chorus): 2x
Doncha runaway
From my Nine
There's no place to hide
I'm gonna get you by and by
(Verse 2):
Spiggedy One kickin' dat a** with some lay back s***
The trigga-happy n****, I figure
n***** won't want to step to me
If they know I'll be bustin' caps
I roll straps n***** take naps
Cause I don't be f*****' around
When it comes to bustin' that steel
I'm too real, n***** feeel me
When I kick this gangsta a** s*** that you never heard
But f*** what you've heard
I smokes n***** like Herb
Put your a** smooth on ice
So n**** don't be 2 proud to beg
For your m****f***in' life
Cause Nine Kelly I'ma make 'em stutter
Make 'em drop, n****
You can't run away from my Glock
(Chorus): 2x
(Verse 3):
Comin' like the Lench Mobb swingin' on the vine
Bailin' out peace to my m****f***in' Nine
Pullin' my cap back ready to serve they a**
Givin' a f*** about what the next n**** done up in the past
n****, I like to let a n**** have a b***** body
Don't think I'm bad, no box and no karate
Just a big fat Gat for them suckas
I ain't scared to you m****f****s
Shiiit, and n**** that's how it be
"rollin' with my m****f***in' strap on the side of me"
So don't come at me with that s***
'Bout you gon gaffle me up
I c*** your cranium like the m****f***in' [?], n****
So keep your hand on your pistol grip
Bullets whistlin' and s***
Feel like a f*****' missile when they hit
And I advice you to stay on the lurk
Cause if you funkin' with my n*****
You gon put in some work, n****
(Chorus): 2x
(Outro):
Yeah n****
You knew you couldn't f*** wid this G
Would you want to step to me
Fault, hoe, haha
Spiggedy One whippin' on that a**
Ant Banks in the m****f***in' house
My n**** Omar
My n**** knocced out m****f**** drunk and s***
This n**** Jamar lay down the m****f***in' studio
Drunk in tha m****f****
You know what I'm sayin'
But you know one thing
Everybody in this m****f****'s strapped
You know what I'm sayin'
And nobody comin' up short
So don't try to run away from my Glock
Can't dodge 17 m****f***in' shots
187 thousand G