Finatic - Glock Beam

Aye
Aye Gang Gang Gang
Gang Bow Bow Bow Finatic
Im So Slimee Aye Gang Gang Gang
Big bullets gon' ring telephone
Four five chubby it's gon' knock his stomach off
Me and bro in the wheels tryna' catch a opp
This shit go boom like a thunderstorm
And niggas be bitches you know that they hurt
We ride past a opp then we gon' reverse
Hop out put his ass on a shirt
The clip got growth and the bullets discharge when it spurt
My gun got max power when it bounce he thought it was ruby
You get on my block then its gon get spooky
Now his shit in the grass they thought he was dookey
They say im a dog im comin like snoopy
Don't fuck with these bitches I know that they groupies
Im swingin this choppa' he thinkin' it's moody
Now he on a plate they thought he was sushi Like
The forty do tricks you know it's gon' treat him
Speakin' on bronem' you gon' meet him
I take all his blue faces then I Bleed em'
Im sendin' him high and the stick gon' greet him
The gun gon' jerk leave him tender like chicken
I ain't worried bout beef bitch I'm gettin' chicken
Bro high off a wood he gon' throw the stick in
Bullets gon glue him you know he was stickin'
Lil' bro got hit now his ass on citizen
He got crunched toast cinnamon
The hammer gon' beat him now he gettin' disciplined
Ya bitch call me "papi" im not a dominican
I got some shit that would go thru ya G-Star
Said "he gon kill me" buddy a retard
Walk down bucket shoot like a point guard
Wait, what?
Shots to his body I'll make a nigga sharpbounce
Lil' bro scared the gun made his heart bounce
He think he Raw then he gettin' SmackDown
These bullets gon' follow now he gettin' tracked down
Mir on ya block tryna' get him a steal
Lil' bro try to run then I'm tappin' his heels
Then the gun gon' knock off his cap unsealed
In the kitchen I'm fryin' now I need a meal
Glock, Beam
Bullets gon' smoke him he gon' feel the steam
They say I'm the greatest I know I'm supreme
Don't play by the Rules shit gettin' Extreme
Cash Rule Everything Around Me so ya girl gon' give me the C.R.E.A.M
Make his head tilt like he off the lean
The bullets like horror I'm gon' make him scream
Gang, Bitch
Glock, Beam
Bullets gon' smoke him he gon' feel the steam
They say I'm the greatest I know I'm supreme
Don't play by the Rules shit gettin' Extreme
Cash Rule Everything Around Me so ya girl gon' give me the C.R.E.A.M
Make his head tilt like he off the lean
The bullets like horror I'm gon' make him scream
Gang, Bitch

Written by:
Abdullah Bey

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