(Verse 1):
Now don`t you run away from my Glock
You can`t dodge 17 muthafuckin` shots
Could somebody pass me a clip and a trigger
Walk across the party pistol whip a nigga
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 ass muthafuckas wearin` plats
Kickin` back like a muthafucka slangin` sex
Ready to peel a nigga 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
Nigga, and you be feelin` kinda fucked 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 ass with some lay back shit
The trigga-happy nigga, I figure
Niggas won`t wanna step to me
If they know I`ll be bustin` caps
I roll straps niggas take naps
Cause I don`t be fuckin` around
When it comes to bustin` that steel
I`m too real, niggas feeel me
When I kick this gangsta ass shit that you never heard
But fuck what you`ve heard
I smokes niggas like Herb
Put your ass smooth on ice
So nigga don`t be 2 proud to beg
For your muthafuckin` life
Cause Nine Kelly I`ma make `em stutter
Make `em drop, nigga
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 muthafuckin` Nine
Pullin` my cap back ready to serve they ass
Givin` a fuck about what the next nigga done up in the past
Nigga, I like to let a nigga have a bloody 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 muthafuckas
Shiiit, and nigga that`s how it be
rollin` with my muthafuckin` strap on the side of me
So don`t come at me with that shit
`Bout you gon gaffle me up
I cock your cranium like the muthafuckin` [?], nigga
So keep your hand on your pistol grip
Bullets whistlin` and shit
Feel like a fuckin` missle when they hit
And I advice you to stay on the lurk
Cause if you funkin` with my niggas
You gon put in some work, nigga
(Chorus): 2x
(Outro):
Yeah nigga
You knew you couldn`t fuck wid this G
Would you wanna step to me
Fault, hoe, haha
Spiggedy One whippin` on that ass
Ant Banks in the muthafuckin` house
My nigga Omar
My nigga knocced out muthafucka drunk and shit
This nigga Jamar lay down the muthafuckin` studio
Drunk in tha muthafucka
You know what I`m sayin`
But you know one thing
Everybody in this muthafucka`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 muthafuckin` shots
187 thousand G
