Credits
Lyrics
KT on the track...
They want that gangsta shit? Fuck it, let's give it to 'em
This ain't no dancin', this that steppin' shit, let's give it to em
Waitin' on KT to turn me up and drop the bass
So I can go HAM and put it in they face
40 Glocks, AKs, Machine Guns
If you don't own a yoppa' betta get you one (Ok)
40 Glocks, AKs, Machine Guns
If you don't own a yoppa' betta get you one (Ok)
40 Glocks, AKs, Machine Guns
If you don't own a yoppa' betta get you one (Ok)
40 Glocks, AKs, Machine Guns
If you don't own a yoppa' betta get you one (Ok)
They say I done lost my mind
But they ain't lying
You put your hands on me padnuh, lotta people dying
I'm bucking like a buffalo up in this bitch
Acting like a **** that ain't never had shit
A couple AKs, .223s, and a AP9
A .45 Desert Eagle, shit I keep mine
Heart stoppers, car stoppers, know what I'm talking 'bout?
Them **** be thugging like that, off in that dirty south
You could have your vest on, I bet your ass don't make it home
I see you thugging lil' ****, y'all ready to get it on
That **** lookin crazy, go on check him then (Fuck it!)
If he still mugging, dome check him then (Dome check him then!)
It'll be gunplay, get got up on that one-way
But it's bye bye bye cause my **** they don't play
40 Glocks, AKs, Machine Guns
If you don't own a yoppa' betta get you one (Ok)
40 Glocks, AKs, Machine Guns
If you don't own a yoppa' betta get you one (Ok)
40 Glocks, AKs, Machine Guns
If you don't own a yoppa' betta get you one (Ok)
40 Glocks, AKs, Machine Guns
If you don't own a yoppa' betta get you one (Ok)
Whatup Lee Banks, ****? I know y'all boys yoppa'd up in your section ****, give it to 'em then!
Hold up now lil' daddy (Hold up)
Better calm your ass down
Marching band off in the trunk
Don't make me drum your ass down
Inside it's fistbox
Country stomp your ass down
You can try to run but I swear I'll come run your ass down
Load it, cock, and blast rounds
You know it's retarded
Out of line I'm gon' slap your dumb ass
Soon as he start me
.40 in the car with a Choppa, Tec, and a Carbon and them
.223s I ain't talking a pair of Jordans
Wild life, stupid and ignorant, my mind fucked up
Hit one, missed the two other ****, they lucked up
Put your hands on me, you gon' leave out of here bust up
Toilet bowl boys, shit get shitty, I'll flush something
Paranoid don't trust nothing
Clutchin' everywhere I go
Loose cannons with hammers will blam you, everybody know
Play with me, you gotta get out of here and that's how it go
Full-fledged Geronimo, I'm letting them Choppas go
40 Glocks, AKs, Machine Guns
If you don't own a yoppa' betta get you one (Ok)
40 Glocks, AKs, Machine Guns
If you don't own a yoppa' betta get you one (Ok)
40 Glocks, AKs, Machine Guns
If you don't own a yoppa' betta get you one (Ok)
40 Glocks, AKs, Machine Guns
If you don't own a yoppa' betta get you one (Ok)
.40 Glocks, AKs... and army guns
Shit with drums that hold a hundred, spit and rip your whole arm
Knock out your lung bruh you done
That Glock .40 got a beam
Play with me, you D-I-E, boy I got killers on my team
I got shooters who tote Rugers, bought my bitch a lil' revolver
Inside her Louis bag a problem solver
And me personally I got a SK with 3 clips
And each one holding 'bout 30, do the math you lil' bitch, 'bout 90 spitting
You can't take the heat I'm bringin? Get out the kitchen
Cause fuckin with my ****, revolvers, and Glocks will leave you missing
Them lobsters out of choppas have you swimming with the fishes
You don't own a choppa'? Better mind your business
It's wicked, ****
40 Glocks, AKs, Machine Guns
If you don't own a yoppa' betta get you one (Ok)
40 Glocks, AKs, Machine Guns
If you don't own a yoppa' betta get you one (Ok)
40 Glocks, AKs, Machine Guns
If you don't own a yoppa' betta get you one (Ok)
40 Glocks, AKs, Machine Guns
If you don't own a yoppa' betta get you one (Ok)
