(BandP—) South Memphis finest Yuh, they call me Glock and the G stand for "Greatest" (Yuh) Married to money, told her that I'm taken (Yuh) Cutthroat the gang, better yet, we the Navy (Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh) And bitch, I'm that nigga, it ain't no debatin' (Yeah!) Fuck it, I might bulletproof the Mercedes (Fuck it) Yeah, I'm playin' with this paper (Yuh, yuh) I'm ballin' like Kobe, these niggas can't ho me (Ho me) Yeah, I might put up 81 Everybody know me, it's M.O.B (Yuh) Yeah, until I'm eighty-one Yeah, bitch, I'm that nigga a made one Black diamonds on my Jacob, Akon (Yeah!) Bring it to your door like avron High as hell, might hit you with a Wraith gun (Fire, fire) Where I'm from, you ain't got it, then take some Yeah, smokin' on 'za, no fake Runtz Where I'm from, you ain't got it, then take some I'm smokin' on 'za, no dead opps (No dead opps) I ran that money up, no elevator or no stairs (Phew, phew, yeah) Got a bad bitch to my left (My left) I can do bad by myself (Myself) Nine letters, you know what I rep (I rep) Cutthroat, front team, we stealth (We stealth) Cutthroat, Golden State, I'm Steph (I'm Steph) Nah, better yet, I'm Steve Kerr (Steve Kerr) Glizock, that nigga, yes sir (Yes sir) Run up on me, double dare (I dare you) Heart cold as a polar bear (Phew, phew) And I'm hotter than a fuckin' desert (Hot, hot) I spend twenty thousand on some fur (Fur) Then spend thirty thousand on some leather (Yeah) Say they bullshit for the birds (Brrt) Bitch, I'm on a whole 'nother level (Yeah) Say they bullshit for the birds (Brrt) Bitch, I'm in a whole 'nother lane (Yeah) (BandP—) Got rich, shit start to change (Change) Got rich, shit went left (Went left, yeah) And before you get a M, what? You know, you gotta take a L (Yuh) These niggas pussy, that' what I smell (Smell) These niggas pussy, these niggas hoes (Hoes) I be hangin' with some niggas that cut throats and wipe nose, (Nose, yeh, woah, woah) Ayy, they call me Glock and the G stand for "Greatest" (Fa, fa) Look at your son, yeah, mama, we made it (Yuh) They didn't believe in me, just like the Lakers Related to Dolph, plugged in with the flavors Big Rocks in my ears, that shit look like craters (Yuh) Young nigga blessed, shout out my creator I broke through the Chart, she callin' me Satan (On God) Yuh Nah, for real I mean, five real Yeah, yeah