Oh-oh, oh-oh
It sound like, "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh" (it sound like, uh)
It sound like, "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh" (uh, yeah)
Uh, uh (Ayo Larri, this shi fye)
Hair untied, I rock out with it
Gen5 Glock extended
Shells fly, pop out, hit him
Mans slide, hop out with 'em
Anytime you pop, I'm with it
Show me how you rock, I'll witness
We gon' throw that lob like Clippers
And we caught a slack, Doc Rivers
It sang like, "Oh-oh-whoa-whoa-whoa-oh, whoa"
One call away and I'm gon' blow-woah-oh
Like, "Oh-oh-whoa-whoa-whoa-oh, whoa"
You never know when it's time to go
Hop out a rented van, blowin' like a fan
'Til that glizzy jam 'cause it's hot
He think he got a chance, run him out his pants
Stumble 'til he land when he shot
I need a big advance for a lot of bands
If you want my fans in your spot
Whip it, I put my hands in the pot
Instruments playin' jazz with a Glock
It sound like, "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh" (sound like, sound like)
When them shots fired, blowin' fifty rounds 'til that opp died
Let that glizzy pound at the stop sign
Like, "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh" (stop sign like, stop sign like)
Now his block-fried, like Billie Jean, she is not mine
Let out plenty steam when I pop out
Hair untied, I rock out with it
Gen5 Glock extended
Shells fly, pop out, hit him
Mans slide, hop out with 'em
Anytime you pop, I'm with it
Show me how you rock, I'll witness
We gon' throw that lob like Clippers
And we caught a slack, Doc Rivers
It sang like, "Oh-oh-whoa-whoa-whoa-oh, whoa"
One call away and I'm gon' blow-woah-oh
Like, "Oh-oh-whoa-whoa-whoa-oh, whoa"
You never know when it's time to go
Stand over niggas, he tremblin'
F*ck it, I might have Lil Twisy go finish 'em off
Hollow tips eat at his skin, when it hit 'em
I'm watchin' these bullets diminish him, uh
They tired of me, no Michelin, huh
Fire at me, shit boosted my adrenaline up
I'm what they tryin' to be
Don't be cryin' to me if it's not for my benefit, uh
I ain't had no one inspirin' me
Kept an eye on the green, now I'm livin' it up
I keep that iron with me, gotta ride with the heat
When I'm up and I'm blickin' at some' (blickin' this some', blickin' this some')
When we hit him it's tough
How many spinned? FN and glizzy enough
I ain't showin' no pity, just fell in love with slugs
Hair untied, I rock out with it
Gen5 Glock extended
Shells fly, pop out, hit him
Mans slide, hop out with 'em
Anytime you pop, I'm with it
Show me how you rock, I'll witness
We gon' throw that lob like Clippers
And we caught a slack, Doc Rivers
It sang like, "Oh-oh-whoa-whoa-whoa-oh, whoa"
One call away and I'm gon' blow-woah-oh
Like, "Oh-oh-whoa-whoa-whoa-oh, whoa"
You never know when it's time to go
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Oh-oh, oh-oh
It sound like, "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh" (it sound like, uh)
It sound like, "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh" (uh, yeah)
Uh, uh (Ayo Larri, this shi fye)
Hair untied, I rock out with it
Gen5 Glock extended
Shells fly, pop out, hit him
Mans slide, hop out with 'em
Anytime you pop, I'm with it
Show me how you rock, I'll witness
We gon' throw that lob like Clippers
And we caught a slack, Doc Rivers
It sang like, "Oh-oh-whoa-whoa-whoa-oh, whoa"
One call away and I'm gon' blow-woah-oh
Like, "Oh-oh-whoa-whoa-whoa-oh, whoa"
You never know when it's time to go
Hop out a rented van, blowin' like a fan
'Til that glizzy jam 'cause it's hot
He think he got a chance, run him out his pants
Stumble 'til he land when he shot
I need a big advance for a lot of bands
If you want my fans in your spot
Whip it, I put my hands in the pot
Instruments playin' jazz with a Glock
It sound like, "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh" (sound like, sound like)
When them shots fired, blowin' fifty rounds 'til that opp died
Let that glizzy pound at the stop sign
Like, "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh" (stop sign like, stop sign like)
Now his block-fried, like Billie Jean, she is not mine
Let out plenty steam when I pop out
Hair untied, I rock out with it
Gen5 Glock extended
Shells fly, pop out, hit him
Mans slide, hop out with 'em
Anytime you pop, I'm with it
Show me how you rock, I'll witness
We gon' throw that lob like Clippers
And we caught a slack, Doc Rivers
It sang like, "Oh-oh-whoa-whoa-whoa-oh, whoa"
One call away and I'm gon' blow-woah-oh
Like, "Oh-oh-whoa-whoa-whoa-oh, whoa"
You never know when it's time to go
Stand over niggas, he tremblin'
F*ck it, I might have Lil Twisy go finish 'em off
Hollow tips eat at his skin, when it hit 'em
I'm watchin' these bullets diminish him, uh
They tired of me, no Michelin, huh
Fire at me, shit boosted my adrenaline up
I'm what they tryin' to be
Don't be cryin' to me if it's not for my benefit, uh
I ain't had no one inspirin' me
Kept an eye on the green, now I'm livin' it up
I keep that iron with me, gotta ride with the heat
When I'm up and I'm blickin' at some' (blickin' this some', blickin' this some')
When we hit him it's tough
How many spinned? FN and glizzy enough
I ain't showin' no pity, just fell in love with slugs
Hair untied, I rock out with it
Gen5 Glock extended
Shells fly, pop out, hit him
Mans slide, hop out with 'em
Anytime you pop, I'm with it
Show me how you rock, I'll witness
We gon' throw that lob like Clippers
And we caught a slack, Doc Rivers
It sang like, "Oh-oh-whoa-whoa-whoa-oh, whoa"
One call away and I'm gon' blow-woah-oh
Like, "Oh-oh-whoa-whoa-whoa-oh, whoa"
You never know when it's time to go
It sound like, "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh" (it sound like, uh)
It sound like, "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh" (uh, yeah)
Uh, uh (Ayo Larri, this shi fye)
Hair untied, I rock out with it
Gen5 Glock extended
Shells fly, pop out, hit him
Mans slide, hop out with 'em
Anytime you pop, I'm with it
Show me how you rock, I'll witness
We gon' throw that lob like Clippers
And we caught a slack, Doc Rivers
It sang like, "Oh-oh-whoa-whoa-whoa-oh, whoa"
One call away and I'm gon' blow-woah-oh
Like, "Oh-oh-whoa-whoa-whoa-oh, whoa"
You never know when it's time to go
Hop out a rented van, blowin' like a fan
'Til that glizzy jam 'cause it's hot
He think he got a chance, run him out his pants
Stumble 'til he land when he shot
I need a big advance for a lot of bands
If you want my fans in your spot
Whip it, I put my hands in the pot
Instruments playin' jazz with a Glock
It sound like, "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh" (sound like, sound like)
When them shots fired, blowin' fifty rounds 'til that opp died
Let that glizzy pound at the stop sign
Like, "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh" (stop sign like, stop sign like)
Now his block-fried, like Billie Jean, she is not mine
Let out plenty steam when I pop out
Hair untied, I rock out with it
Gen5 Glock extended
Shells fly, pop out, hit him
Mans slide, hop out with 'em
Anytime you pop, I'm with it
Show me how you rock, I'll witness
We gon' throw that lob like Clippers
And we caught a slack, Doc Rivers
It sang like, "Oh-oh-whoa-whoa-whoa-oh, whoa"
One call away and I'm gon' blow-woah-oh
Like, "Oh-oh-whoa-whoa-whoa-oh, whoa"
You never know when it's time to go
Stand over niggas, he tremblin'
F*ck it, I might have Lil Twisy go finish 'em off
Hollow tips eat at his skin, when it hit 'em
I'm watchin' these bullets diminish him, uh
They tired of me, no Michelin, huh
Fire at me, shit boosted my adrenaline up
I'm what they tryin' to be
Don't be cryin' to me if it's not for my benefit, uh
I ain't had no one inspirin' me
Kept an eye on the green, now I'm livin' it up
I keep that iron with me, gotta ride with the heat
When I'm up and I'm blickin' at some' (blickin' this some', blickin' this some')
When we hit him it's tough
How many spinned? FN and glizzy enough
I ain't showin' no pity, just fell in love with slugs
Hair untied, I rock out with it
Gen5 Glock extended
Shells fly, pop out, hit him
Mans slide, hop out with 'em
Anytime you pop, I'm with it
Show me how you rock, I'll witness
We gon' throw that lob like Clippers
And we caught a slack, Doc Rivers
It sang like, "Oh-oh-whoa-whoa-whoa-oh, whoa"
One call away and I'm gon' blow-woah-oh
Like, "Oh-oh-whoa-whoa-whoa-oh, whoa"
You never know when it's time to go
Writer: Angelo Callari, Bakari Ward, Jake Martin, Pauldavis Gachie
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, EMPIRE PUBLISHING