Son Of A Gun
Let the BandPlay (Glock)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, I'm a nineties baby, lately, I been goin' crazy
I been goin' crazy lately, I been goin' crazy, crazy
Yeah (Woo), I been goin' crazy, crazy (Crazy)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah
I've been gettin' paper, paper (Racks)
Made a whole M without a major label (Uh, racks), yeah
Yeah, they like, "Glock, you major"
I just put a new set of fours a new Mercedes (Racks)
Stop, ******* tryna have my baby
I can't go out like that, baby, no way (Uh-uh, uh-uh)
Big watch, big clock, Flava Flav (Yeah)
Got all these ******* feelin' my Feng Shui (Uh-huh)
All these ******* feelin' my Feng Shui
I be fresh to death, they tryna put me on a runway
Yeah, and I still remember those days
I couldn't wait to go to school just to show off my new Js
Yeah, young *****, hard head, **** what you say (Up)
Push up on 'em, make him skate like Lupe
And I got them things on me like Hussein
Paper wrap the gang, yeah, we the new wave (Gang-gang)
Uh, and I just bought a new chain
Matter fact, two chains, young ***** too paid
Uh, yeah, young ***** insane
We was takin' shoppin' before we ever heard of Boonk Gang (On God)
Yeah, yeah, I'm higher than two planes
You ****** drinkin' fake drank, man, you ****** too lame, uh (****)
Ayy, man you ****** too nice
Yeah, yeah, lame as **** (Lame)
Nigga play with us, we aim and bust
Yeah, choppa, ate him up
Slam dunk your *****, ain't no layin' up
I run up that bag, ain't no waitin' up
Ayy, uh, remember I was waitin' up
Lil' *****, I'm the **** and I came from nothin' (****)
Told my momma that the change gon' come
Yeah, yeah, straight out the slums (Straight out the slums, straight out)
When I got my first backend, spent the half on guns (I spent half on guns, yeah, yeah, fire)
Rest in peace to my grandma, yeah, she raised a don (She raised a don)
And shoutout to my momma, I'm a son of a gun (I'm a son of a gun, yeah)