Glock Talk Back

Fuck around and get shot
Motherfuckers run they mouth and get popped
I ain't got no time to fuck with them lames
Run yo shit bitch, you might get got
Snatch that chain, snatch that watch
Aim that AK, let that off
Want that smoke... I grip that steel
This that dope kid.... this that real

Fuck yo bitch, she dont want your ass
Thats why shes comin to you for the cash
Then shes comin right back to my lab
Sniffin them keys while she lettin me smash
Like goddamn I ain't never felt no pussy this hot
Love the way your bitch rides my cock
She loves a motherfucker with the skills to rock
And I got them skills buddy, you do not

Talk that shit kid, talk that shit
Pop that.. my Glock talk back quick
Imma go get em ma, Imma go get em
Imma go get em ma, lemme go wet em

Fuck around and get shot
Motherfuckers run they mouth and get popped
I ain't got no time to fuck with them lames
Run yo shit bitch, you might get got
Snatch that chain, snatch that watch
Aim that AK, let that off
Want that smoke... I grip that steel
This that dope kid.... spit that real
Jay!

(Jaysin the Sin God)
Im the boss, you can't talk like that
I dont say much outside of these raps
Not a man of many words but my Glock talk back
I dont look for nobody, I just toss a couple stacks
To the homies then they find where ya grandma at
Put some holes in her head like the top of a hat
Sin Militia mob boss, I'll getcha ass whacked
For the price of an iPhone and new some Air Max
Sin God and Force 5 bith we takin' lives
I know some junkies that'll dead you if I get 'em high
What I say is cut and dry, you can't run and hide
Feed you to the demons deep inside
Bitch you're gonna fry

Talk that shit kid, talk that shit
Pop that.. my Glock talk back quick
Imma go get em ma, lemme go get em
Imma go get em ma, lemme go wet em

Talk that shit kid, talk that shit
Pop that.. my Glock talk back quick
45 hit through ya low ride whip
Roasted.. we ghostin' a low life snitch
Fuck around and get hurt
Motherfuckers runnin, hittin' that dirt
Bustin' - they rushin and clutchin the word of they God
But that cross don't work with this bird
I really wish a motherfucker would come and test my pistol
Im a straight up skitzo
A fuckin pitbull off his leash, imma beast on that crystal... sicko

Now fuck wit that (fuck wit that)
Fuck wit that (fuck wit that)
Fuck wit that you bitches too bitch to bust back
And thats a fact
Fuck wit that!