Son of a Gun

[Intro]
(Let the band play)
Glock
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 (Yeah)

[Verse]
I've been gettin' paper, paper (Racks)
Made a whole M without a motherfuckin' major label, yeah (Racks)
They like, "Glock, you major"
I just set a new set of fours on a new Mercedes, uh (Yeah)
Bitches tryna have my baby
I can't go out like that, baby, no way, uh
Big watch, big clock, Flava Flav (Yeah)
Got all these bitches feelin' my feng shui (Uh-huh)
All these bitches 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 J's (Yeah)
Young nigga hardhead, fuck what you say, uh
Push up on 'em, made him skate like Lupe (Push up)
And I got them thangs on me like Hussein (Thangs)
Paper Route the gang, yeah, we the new wave (Gang, gang)
Uh, and I just bought a new chain
Matter fact, two chains, young nigga too paid
Uh, yeah, young nigga insane
We was takin' shit before we ever heard of Boonk Gang (On God)
Yeah, yeah, I'm higher than two planes
You niggas drinkin' fake drank, man, you niggas too lame, uh (The fuck?)
Ayy, man, you niggas too lame
Yeah, yeah, lame as fuck (Lame)
Nigga play with us, what? Aim and bust
Yeah, chopper ate him up (Yup)
Slam dunk your bitch, ain't no layin' up
I run up that bag, ain't no waitin' up
Ayy, uh, remember I was weighin' up (Yeah)
Yeah, bitch, I'm the shit and I came from nothin' (Shit)
Told my mama that a 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, uh, uh, yeah (Yeah, she raised a don)
And shout out to my mama, I'm a son of a gun (I'm a son of a gun)
Glizock