(Verse 1):

Now don't you run away from my Glock

You can't dodge 17 muthafuckin' shots

Could somebody pass me a clip and a trigger

Walk across the party pistol whip a nigga

Shiiit,

I'm comin' up at 'em with the .9's the Glocks and Macs

And they'll never breathe again like Toni Braxton

Cause I don't see nothing wrooong with a little bummper jack

So say