| G-Lock, yeah |
| I been on my «Fuck the world» shit lately, dawg |
| You know what I’m talkin' bout? |
| Fuck everybody and everything |
| Everybody be on fuck shit |
| I ain’t never been a fuck nigga, you know what I’m sayin'? |
| That’s why I be like, «Fuck a nigga», you know? |
| Don’t hate on me, pussy, take that up with God (Hahaha) |
| Yeah, forrreal, ayy |
| Fuck this rap shit, I’m tryna rap shit up |
| Uh, yeah, wrap him up |
| Playtime over, tell 'em «Wrap it up» |
| I stayed down now, yeah, it’s rackin' up |
| Remember them days I was sackin' up |
| Hustle so hard, no time for love |
| Still, to this day, only love my cup |
| Flippa showed me how to get a million plus |
| Flippa showed me my first million bucks |
| Flippa showed me that shit rap shit ain’t nothin' |
| Flippa always told me, «Glizock, you the one» |
| Ninth grade with True’s and Louis Vuitton |
| Freshest out the crew and I kept me a gun |
| Sick ass nigga, kill you with my palms |
| Yeah, cutthtroat shit, send flowers to his mom |
| Money talk, nigga, I ain’t bitin' my tongue |
| Keep sneak dissin', put that boy in a blunt |
| Goin' out with a bang, yeah, that’s how I’m comin' |
| Weighin' on my money, feel like I got bunions |
| I lost my cousin, can’t tell me nothin' |
| Fuck this rap shit, I’m tryna rap shit up |
| Uh, yeah, wrap him up |
| Playtime over, tell 'em «Wrap it up» |
| I stayed down now, yeah, it’s rackin' up |
| Remember them days I was sackin' up |
| Hustle so hard, no time for love |
| Still, to this day, only love my cup |
| Fuck this rap shit, I’m tryna rap shit up |
| Uh, yeah, wrap him up |
| Playtime over, tell 'em «Wrap it up» |
| I stayed down now, yeah, it’s rackin' up |
| Remember them days I was sackin' up |
| Hustle so hard, no time for love |
| Still, to this day, only love my cup |
| Straight out the 30s, why I’m sippin' this mud |
| Bro died, so I’m goin' harder on drugs |
| I wake up in mornin', pourin' Wock in the mud |
| New Audemar, just got out the tub |
| Big boy shit, yeah, boy, you’s a cub |
| Fourteen with gold slugs in the club |
| I was runnin' around and runnin' it up |
| Yep, doublin' down and doublin' up |
| Had a sack and GAT and I had 'em both tucked |
| Glock not petite, yup, don’t think shit sweet |
| I got it on me, yup, no matter what |
| I’ll tear you to pieces, get high like Weezy |
| Say I be tweakin', what’s up with that boy? |
| Yeah, I’m goin' dumb, they callin' me Beavis |
| This shit three easy, nigga |
| Fuck this rap shit, I’m tryna rap shit up |
| Uh, yeah, wrap him up |
| Playtime over, tell 'em «Wrap it up» |
| I stayed down now, yeah, it’s rackin' up |
| Remember them days I was sackin' up |
| Hustle so hard, no time for love |
| Still, to this day, only love my cup |
| Fuck this rap shit, I’m tryna rap shit up |
| Uh, yeah, wrap him up |
| Playtime over, tell 'em «Wrap it up» |
| I stayed down now, yeah, it’s rackin' up |
| Remember them days I was sackin' up |
| Hustle so hard, no time for love |
| Still, to this day, only love my cup |