I’m hanging out with Corey. Our guns are hot and horny. That’s a different story. You know my girl adores me yeah she don’t ever bore me she’s always been there for me me and my friends riding down the blocks you know we have two loaded glocks better watch before u get popped we don’t care about no cops my boy Corey we watch them body’s drop you know this shit is hot I’m walking out the spot you think I ain’t on this shit but I don’t ever miss a shot ain’t never got caught hit up this party wit my bad little shorty these other hoes are lame you know im already back on my game and im bout to go out with a bang and its a damn shame you an opp and you don’t want this flame
[Chorus] We roll deep, yeah the block get deadly,
Glocks stay hot and the clip stay ready.
Shorty on my side, and she bad, no petty,
Ops want smoke? We pull up heavy. I don’t miss, got the aim on lock,
Corey got my back when we spin that block.
Shorty ride or die, yeah, she love my talk,
We make moves quiet — then we let it pop. Got the drop on a snitch, now he ghost like Freddy,
Mask on face, whole squad move steady.
Whip tinted out, can’t see who inside,
But when the doors swing open, better run or hide.
Money stack tall, yeah, it touchin’ the ceiling,
Got no heart left, I ain’t fightin’ no feelin’.
I’m numb to the pain, just addicted to thrillin’,
And my girl hold the strap — yeah, she really be killin’.
[Chorus] We roll deep, yeah the block get deadly,
Glocks stay hot and the clip stay ready.
Shorty on my side, and she bad, no petty,
Ops want smoke? We pull up heavy. I don’t miss, got the aim on lock,
Corey got my back when we spin that block.
Shorty ride or die, yeah, she love my talk,
[Outro] Streets stay cold, but my circle stay colder,
Life on edge, every night I look over my shoulder.
Corey by my side, yeah, he down for whatever,
We been through the storm, now we slide through the weather.
Ain’t no peace where I’m from, just war and a name,
Either die a real one or get lost in the game.
So I’m livin’ fast, can’t slow, can’t stop,
‘Cause tomorrow ain’t promised when you live by the Glock.
