[Verse 1: JB BinLaden]
In the field like a grass man
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Run up on him with no mask here
We on that ass here
Living life like it's my last and can't get no passes
Run up on us, we gon' blast it
Sit back shit
[Verse 2: Prince Dre]
30 shots in the Glock, boy
I'm a Glock Boy
JB, Prince Dre, we them new hot boys
Odee block, boy
You ain't from my block, boy
Click clack, get back, 'fore them shorties spark, boy
[Verse 3: JB BinLaden]
Better think smart, boy
Stop acting hard, boy
We know you fraud, boy
My niggas'll rob boys
Got a beam on the 40
And it senses a shorty
All my lil' niggas torchin'
My shorties hoppin' off porches
[Verse 4: Prince Dre]
40 Glock with a 30
Run up on him, no mercy
Niggas talking, they pussy
I ain't never been worried
I'm in the field with the steel
Them shorties shootin' to kill
Leave him hot as the summer, them shells hot like a grill
[Verse 5: JB BinLaden]
I'll go get a pill
Niggas tellin' for deals
I'm 17, yeah they hungry
Bitch, the gang need some meals
Better show some respect
We tote 30's and tec's
Don't get popped in your neck
Think he'll miss you with that?
[Verse 6: Prince Dre]
I love tommy's and tecs
AK, choppers and macs
I love watching them bodies
Get hit, chest or the neck
Hollows open his chest
Left him right on his back
Everyday is a homi'
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[Verse 7: JB BinLaden]
I got caught with a bumble
I can't go without that
My niggas ain't with the rumble
They'll smoke you to ash
We fuck bitches, get ass
We finesse, we get cash
Anything to get passed
I'm in this shit with the guys, OK
[Verse 8: Prince Dre]
OK, hop out cuts, cock it back, then spark
Blah blah blah, everybody drop
[Verse 9: JB BinLaden]
And then after you send that 1 o'clock
I'mma run up, gun up, gun up, hit him in the top
Make sure he clock, gotta make sure he clock
Get low, lil' bitch, can't wait for the cops
Make sure he clock, make, make sure he clock
Get low, lil' bitch, can't wait for the cops
[Verse 10: Prince Dre]
I'm making noise like the drummers
Fuck the cars and hoes
I put bros for the money
RIP O' and Jmoney
[Verse 11: JB BinLaden]
L'A, Pluto, and Nuski
We got clips like the movies
Leave a nigga Jacuzzi
Niggas tweeting, they smoothies
It's a lot of lil' goofies
Bitch, we hot like the sun
Folks, it's 40 to 1
We got a whole lot of guns
[Verse 12: Prince Dre]
Hit the cut, then they run
Dump him down 'til they done
I'm in love with the streets
I'm just havin' some fun
I've seen the jewelry, the bitches
Them fast cars and them guns
I fell in love with the money
When I was only age 1
[Verse 13: JB BinLaden]
Wanted to see granny happy, so I gotta get some
I get rich or die trying, I put that shit on my son
Niggas know where I'm at, bitch I'm still on the 1
Sunday to Sunday, we all about that gunplay
Ok now hot boy, and we with our boys
And fuck the opps, boy, they ain't got nothin' on my boys
Now I'm a hot boy
We with them Glock Boyz
And fuck the opps, boy, they ain't got nothin' on my boys
Let's get it
