Son Of A Gun

(Let the band play) (Glock) Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah) Yeah, I'm a nineties baby, lately, I been goin' crazy I been goin' crazy lately, I been goin' crazy, crazy Yeah (woo), I been goin' crazy, crazy (crazy) Yeah (yeah), yeah I've been gettin' paper, paper (racks) Made a whole M without a motherfuckin' major label (uh, racks), yeah Yeah, they like, "Glock, you major" I just put a new set of fours a new Mercedes (racks) Stop, bitches tryna have my baby I can't go out like that, baby, no way (uh uh, uh uh) Big watch, big clock, Flava Flav (yeah) Got all these bitches feelin' my feng shui (uh, huh) All these bitches feelin' my feng shui I be fresh to death, they tryna put me on a runway Yeah, and I still remember those days I couldn't wait to go to school just to show off my new Js Yeah, young nigga, hard head, fuck what you say (up) Push up on 'em, make him skate like Lupe And I got them things on me like Hussein Paper wrap the gang, yeah, we the new wave (gang, gang) Uh, and I just bought a new chain Matter fact, two chains, young nigga too paid Uh, yeah, young nigga insane We was takin' shots before we ever heard of Boonk Gang (on God) Yeah, yeah, I'm higher than two planes You niggas drinkin' fake drank, man, you niggas too lame, uh (fuck) Ayy, man you niggas too lame (yeah, yeah) Yeah, lame as fuck (lame) Nigga play with us, we aim and bust Yeah, choppa, ate him up Slam dunk your bitch, ain't no layin' up I run up that bag, ain't no waitin' up Ayy, uh, remember I was waitin' up Lil' bitch, I'm the shit and I came from nothin' (shit) Told my momma that the change gon' come Yeah, yeah, straight out the slums (straight out the slums, straight out) When I got my first backend, spent the half on guns (I spent half on guns, yeah, yeah, fire) Rest in peace to my grandma, yeah, she raised a don (she raised a don) And shoutout to my momma, I'm a son of a gun (I'm a son of a gun, yeah) --- Son Of A Gun - Key Glock