Bill Gluckman

I'm a businessman

I'm an entrepreneur

Tote a 10 milli in the Raq, aim it at your Sox hat

Glock 23 juiced up, I don't gotta cock back

All on the internet acting tough, Big Opp, where they block at?

Yeah, we really like that

Point my arm, let it spray, hit his chest, hit his face

On the mob, on the lake, I used to hop out broad day

Summertime, I was in the backseat with no mask, they saw my face

Can't shake my hand, ain't slammin' the rakes and droppin' the 5, I'm EBK

I know some **** that went rogue in 2010, they still runnin'

I took a back end from my show, bought a FN and killed something

He went on live with the switch, say he want me dead, he flexin' his little button

I'm way in L.A. in a big ass crib with my kids, I live like Bill Gluckman

Fuck ****, just change the subject

If you broke, you can't even touch me

If you ain't, let's go to war 'cause I don't give a fuck about nothin'

Except my kids and makin' M's, like what it is, I'm gettin' rusty

I keep a rod, put that on God, I let this bitch off on a Sunday

**** dissin', we don't play that, no, we get shit out the way

It's hot outside, I'm in a hot, I grab my Glock, spin through the lake

I seen 12 went on a chase, gotta get away, can't catch a case

Bounced out on him, gave him twenty shot,s 762's comin' out Drac'

I keep my micro Drac' 'cause, that bitch, it hit hard like it's a rocket

I get bored, spin 71st, spin 83rd, spin through the pocket

Had a gun but he ain't pop it, he got shot and then he dropped it

On the 'net he be with ops, we saw that picture, then we cropped it

Don't just rap, I'm out here spinning, ops outside, okay, we bendin'

Black Jeep truck limit X, it's tinted, pushed up on him and hopped out blickin'

Come here, where you goin'? Can't run from switch

He got shot and he cried, **** scream like bitches

**** always die 'cause they keep on dissin, they not gon' learn, so I keep on killin'

Aye, **** don't want beef 'cause they know they gon' die

We light shit up like the 4th of July

Catch his ass in traffic and beat up his ride

He got shot, and he lived, he got hit with a 9

If it was a .40, he wouldn't of survived

Don't hang around us, we takin your gun 'cause yo' ass a bitch and you don't wanna slide

I keep some big shit on me, ask about me, ops know I'm gon' blow

I lost my brothers, then I cried, got in them cars and up that score

I see my ops and knock them down, treat they ass like dominoes

I smoke oppas out the pound, yeah, Big Opp be taggin' toes

You ain't heard about big opp? The one that's always spinnin' blocks?

Keep a switch up on his Glock, swing his door, bail out with chops

He caught lil' shh knocked him out his socks, he shouldn't of lacked, got sent up top

He smokin' shit, fuck all the ops, don't talk 'bout them, he got him dropped