40 Glocc - F*ck Yall Lyrics

(... it's because they was bitches)
I'm loved by many, hated by most
But respected by all, 'cause the Loc stares at young whore
I done chop niggas up like a bag of rock
With Mac 90's and AK's and shut down blocks
You don't want to get to stay with extenders on 9 glocks
And for a little dough I have your ass up in a pine box
My niggas is grimy, they smoke wet and pack techs
Try me I'll beat on your chest like a drum set
You will me in traffic, we keep burners on the wide
I got a full fifth on my hip, with 40 on my side (yeah)
With a 40 to sip while I get high
So don't start no shit 'cause you'll f*ck around and die
From that hollow tip when that hammer collide with this
Big bullet inside this .45 and the
Slugs fly hittin' your chest, neck and your thigh
And I leave a nigga leakin' and that's no lie

(... I intimidate these niggas)
They claim to be West but they not like me
Their music ain't worth shit so they give it for free
Me I throw crossovers over the beat
Hit you with a jumpshots, it's the play from the streets
And I don't mean B-ball, I play with the Heat
Make 'em pay homage if you disagree
Light his ass up like a christmas tree
Wrap him in plastic in the middle of the street
I spit Jurassic, I'm a motherf*ckin' beast
I'm compatible with both Mac and PC
From locked up, mouth shut, never P.C.
I'm high as f*ck on PCP
In the club with a hand gun, VIP
Any nigga that feel a cop, RIP
All I need is a clip to make me a treat
Make his ass wave a white flag, ask for peace