Walmart

[Intro]
(Enrgy made this one)

[Chorus]
Yo, don't fuck with me because I got a money bag, you ain't gon' get shit
Why you still lightin' cribs up? It's not Christmas
He was Muslim, chopper made him holy, now he Christian
Nigags thought they was finna get up with me, keep wishin'
Why these niggas actin' like they know me? I don't know myself
I don't ever call in, I'll go myself
Fuck a nigga bitch, that's gon' make him wanna smoke himself
We don't work at Walmart, but we put shit on the shelf

[Verse 1]
Come on, ayy, where some weed? I'm tryna smoke
Bitch callin' me Hollywood, she wasn't tryna fuck when I was broke
Tables turned, turnt up on they ass, already knew that, though
Tez, can I be a GlockBoy? Nigga, no
Cappin'-ass nigga
Bando bought a bustdown just off fappin' niggas
On some real shit, I don't like you weird-ass rappin' nigga
Don't tell me that you saw an opp, ain't shit happen to the nigga
You gon' be dead in a minute, get your buzz on
Somebody hit him in his shit, I got the drop when cuz called my phone
We ain't finna box when we throw the gloves on
He broke as hell, but his head got a dub on
I ain't Chris Tucker, it ain't Friday, but I'll smoke dog
Crash dummies, when y'all niggas die, they don't post y'all
When we be in they DM, they let us roast y'all
Match the shoes with the Glock like Loc Dog
Kobe should've kept number eight, fuck a two-four
You know you wasn't finna hit shit, fuck you shoot for?
If you ain't tryna let me hit that motherfucker, what you cute for?
He said, "None of my mans dead," what the fuck you in a suit for?
You a fan, why you actin' like my enemy, though?
He a he, put a hole in him, now he a ho (Get it?)
All that purple bandana shit, this ain't Saints Row
My nigga take shit, don't ask him what he stain for

[Chorus]
Yo, don't fuck with me because I got a money bag, you ain't gon' get shit
Why you still lightin' cribs up? It's not Christmas
He was Muslim, chopper made him holy, now he Christian
Nigags thought they was finna get up with me, keep wishin'
Why these niggas actin' like they know me? I don't know myself
I don't ever call in, I'll go myself
Fuck a nigga bitch, that's gon' make him wanna smoke himself
We don't work at Walmart, but we put shit on the shelf

[Verse 2]
Come on, somebody left that nigga in a jar
That nigga took too many shots, they left him at the bar
The other nigga got did different, they left him in a car
Niggas get a gun and a Pooh Shiesty mask and think they hard
Why these niggas think they a gangster 'cause they a dropout?
Opps drunk, fake deep kinda nigga that don't pop out
Snippet on my story, they like, "What's this called?" That shit not out
He was better off in jail, nigga died when he got out

[Outro]
Fuck
GlockBoyz shit
You know what the fuck goin' on, nigga
Stop playin'