Son Of A Gun

Let the BandPlay (Glock)

Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)

Yeah, I'm a nineties baby, lately, I been goin' crazy

I been goin' crazy lately, I been goin' crazy, crazy

Yeah (Woo), I been goin' crazy, crazy (Crazy)

Yeah (Yeah), yeah

I've been gettin' paper, paper (Racks)

Made a whole M without a major label (Uh, racks), yeah

Yeah, they like, "Glock, you major"

I just put a new set of fours a new Mercedes (Racks)

Stop, ******* tryna have my baby

I can't go out like that, baby, no way (Uh-uh, uh-uh)

Big watch, big clock, Flava Flav (Yeah)

Got all these ******* feelin' my Feng Shui (Uh-huh)

All these ******* feelin' my Feng Shui

I be fresh to death, they tryna put me on a runway

Yeah, and I still remember those days

I couldn't wait to go to school just to show off my new Js

Yeah, young *****, hard head, **** what you say (Up)

Push up on 'em, make him skate like Lupe

And I got them things on me like Hussein

Paper wrap the gang, yeah, we the new wave (Gang-gang)

Uh, and I just bought a new chain

Matter fact, two chains, young ***** too paid

Uh, yeah, young ***** insane

We was takin' shoppin' before we ever heard of Boonk Gang (On God)

Yeah, yeah, I'm higher than two planes

You ****** drinkin' fake drank, man, you ****** too lame, uh (****)

Ayy, man you ****** too nice

Yeah, yeah, lame as **** (Lame)

Nigga play with us, we aim and bust

Yeah, choppa, ate him up

Slam dunk your *****, ain't no layin' up

I run up that bag, ain't no waitin' up

Ayy, uh, remember I was waitin' up

Lil' *****, I'm the **** and I came from nothin' (****)

Told my momma that the change gon' come

Yeah, yeah, straight out the slums (Straight out the slums, straight out)

When I got my first backend, spent the half on guns (I spent half on guns, yeah, yeah, fire)

Rest in peace to my grandma, yeah, she raised a don (She raised a don)

And shoutout to my momma, I'm a son of a gun (I'm a son of a gun, yeah)