Let the band play
Skrrt, skrrt
Yeah yeah, skrrt

Got a mclaren with the butterfly doors (butterfly doors)
I drop the top just to let my diamonds show (let my diamonds show)
What chain to put on? Eeny, meeny, miny, moe (miny moe)
I pull up, all the kids screamin': Whoa (whoa)
They eyes poppin’, jaws droppin', lookin' like they saw a ghost
Red dots on the chops, yeah my nigga ’nem on go
Left a lot, hit the block, smoke some pot with my bros
Yeah, you know I'ma get it, get it in, go get some more

Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah
This young nigga hot, uh
Bottom of the pot, yeah (yeah)
Mister shop-a-lot, yeah
I do what you not, yeah
Pockets full of knots, yeah
My pockets 'bout to pop
Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah
This young nigga hot, uh (yeah)
Bottom of the pot, yeah
Mister shop-a-lot, yeah
I do what you not, yeah
Pockets full of knots, yeah
My pockets 'bout to pop

It's a bird, it's a plane, nah, bitch, that's Glock, yeah
Gettin' throat from a thot, yeah, ridin’ ’round dodgin' cop cars
Money long, I came far, life short, keep my ar
Don’t drink but I slang dark, no we ain't the same, my boy
Playin' in the foreign truck, amg Benz tonka toy
All my cars make too much noise, you niggas lil' bitty boys
Hit it and you hear the horse, you know that I'm rich, of course
Ballin', better check the score, I'm the one these hoes adore

Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah
This young nigga hot, uh
Bottom of the pot, yeah
Mister shop-a-lot, yeah
I do what you not, yeah
Pockets full of knots, yeah
My pockets 'bout to pop
Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah
This young nigga hot, uh
Bottom of the pot, yeah
Mister shop-a-lot, yeah
I do what you not, yeah
Pockets full of knots, yeah
My pockets 'bout to pop

It's a bird, it's a plane, nah, bitch, that's Glock
Nah, bitch, that's Glock, nah, bitch, that's Glock