GIL ARENAS

[Intro]
(Glocky) Ayy, yeah
Chang, go (Playtime's over)
Yeah (Yeah)
Uh, uh, uh (I hate Windxws), ayy
Glocky (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah (Mathiastyner), yeah, uh (Chang)
Uh, uh, uh, uh (Yeah)

[Verse]
I'm at the show through a post and I fuck it up
Bitch I'm in a hole, pour a fo' in the double cup
Bitch, gimme that pole, nigga, you is not tough enough
Big Lazy came with a lot, uh (A lot)
Pull up and swerve out the lot (A-skrr!)
I just pulled up with a Glock, uh (A-baow)
Young nigga trap, I whip in the pot
Chop in my bag, and it came with a red dot
But these niggas flocks, then ain't gettin' no bags
I walk in the trap, I don't look at the tags
I'm fuckin' that bitch and I fuck up her back
I'm fuckin' that bitch, you ain't gettin' her back
I pour up the Jag, you know who I am
These niggas, they gay, and these rappers are fags
I fuck up the bag and my pockets are fat
Pull up with a K, pull up with a MAG, uh (Ha)
Uh, ayy (Huh?)
I got a bad bitch, she want my line
Got a big-ass wrist, can't tell the time
And I'm with the shits, I tote that .9
Pull up with the glick, get lit like a light
And no, I'm not gay, but I'm strapped like a dyke
I pull up and shoot a nigga, we won't fight
Like fuckin' this dude, nigga, we won't type (Uh-huh)
Twitter-ass niggas on Twitter fiendin' (Huh?)
And I say that I do it, I really mean it (Yeah)
And I'm fuckin' that bitch, she don't know no English (Chang)
And I'm ballin' on niggas like Alex English (Ha)
And you strappin' that raw, so shop at Neeman's
And you fuckin' that bitch, but she barely feelin' (Ha)
And I'm switchin' these lanes, better turn my blinkers (Ha)
She like "Big Lazy, you so conceited" (Yeah)
I put her on love, but I didn't mean it (Yeah)
And I got a choppa, shoot whole arenas (Baow)
And a young nigga ballin' like Gil Arenas (Fah)
And I got designer all on my sneakers (Fah)
The heat on my side leave him burnt
Get hit with the .9, now he in a hearse
That nigga, he lie, now he in the dirt (Glocky)
Like foreign my whip, on the highway I swerve
And I four up my glick and I shoot like Steve Kerr
And my diamonds, they drippin', they ill me, they burn
And I'm fuckin' that bitch, I ain't talkin' on her
And I ran up the guap, had to buy her a purse
And he catchin' this chopper, I feel like a nurse
You get caught with no block and you shootin' like fade
And lil' shawty a thot, she a bop, gimme face
And I shoot with the Glock, I ain't shoot with no faith (Yeah)