​glocks sticks & semis

[Chorus: ostyork]
(Huh, yeah)
Glocks, sticks, and semis
I got the stick when I'm in the city
Nah, I ain't going, my brother ain't with me, yeah
Nah, I ain't leaving my set on a mission
Open the door before it get kicked in
Crashing the whip like it was a piston, yeah
Yeah, do it for all of my bros
[?] gonna choke
That boy keep swimming, but he gonna float, yeah
I never write, always off the dome
I just be kickin' it when I'm all alone
Would I be doing this if I was wrong, yeah

[Verse: punii+]
If I was doing something else, I’d be dead
Fucking that bitch, yeah, I threw her on my bed
If my homie wanna claim her, I'mma let him do this thing with her
I turn up ost’s music, need a motherfucking extinguisher
I turn up to the function, oh, they playing my new song
Gettin’ this bread, just like naan
Way too geeked, I'm copying Kan
Run it up, run it up, run it up
Count up the money in two stacks, sum it up
Just got a new whip, don’t know where I’m going
York in the back, he got a bitch moaning (What)