[Intro]
700 shit
Yeah, nigga
WaxGang, nigga
Long Live Woo
Fuck you talking 'bout?
GlockBoyz, nigga
Free BroadDay, dumb-ass nigga
What up, GlockBoyz?
Niggas finna feel this one

[Verse 1: 700 Cal]
All these Glocks around, they think we linkin' up with Tez
Prayin' he get out, I can't wait to catch your mans (Bitch)
Throwing them bullets right Bryant like he Dez
They think I be with Mone, I keep the strap and like to shred
Your mans got popped and told it all, he Jaylin Craig
It's like 700 Glocks, we pressin' shit like Patty Bev'
The heat kill the virus, I got the Glock, so that shit dead
How the fuck did he get out and he was just sittin' in the feds? (What the fuck?)
We in the opps' hood with ten K's, but we ain't Kev
Bitch, we really step, my name hold more weight than some pegs

[Verse 2: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
Nigga, we really drop niggas
That 40 Glock turn niggas Bobby, he a hot nigga
A hundred shots'll make a nigga close his spot, nigga
You see me clutchin', bang bang like I'm pops, nigga
We really with whatever
Lil' bro'll wipe a nigga nose like you under the weather
Still'll catch a body on the road like that nigga Kevin
Still be fuckin' other niggas' hoes, I ain't learned my lesson
My nigga Tez be throwin' bullets, not the ones for catchin'

[Verse 3: RoadRunner GlockBoyz Tez]
My boys the mafia, we got 700 poles
I can't trip over a bitch, I got 700 hoes (Freak bitch)
I'll leave a nigga open like some flip-flops
I be in the streets, he in the crib making TikToks (Lame-ass nigga)
I ain't finna play with niggas, this ain't GameStop (Boy)
Free Tae, me and my baby got the same opps (Same opps)
He tryna move out of town, tryna change spots
He gon' get the same treatment that that nigga Caine got
Bitch, it's goin' down like Young Joc (Like Young Joc)
Weed loud as hell, they can hear it down the block, nigga (They can hear it down the block)
Ain't nobody on my head but my barber (Uh-huh)
That nigga finna die, y'all better put him on a charger

[Verse 4: Lil Mello]
Bitch, I bet I catch him in that Charger (Skrrt)
I got Drac', these niggas in that field with Tony Parker
He want smoke and every time he blow a puff, this shit get harsher
My niggas slide down your block and clear the streets, no U.S. Marshals
Lil' bitch lookin' at my chain, yeah, it like to dance
See my shirt came with the V, I ain't got no friends
She like, "What you payin' for your shoes?" Hit me for a band
Uh-huh, this baby Draco wood, but this AR tan
Yeah, she gon' fuck me and TeeJaee, it was in her plans
I'm still ridin' with the same nigga that popped your mans (Fuck that nigga, ayy, bitch)
I'm still ridin' with the same nigga that popped your mans
700 GlockBoyz, we rockin' like a fuckin' band