作词 : Christopher Martin/Kwamina Boison

作曲 : Jeffrey Nuamah

I call my baby when I’m stressed

Not nina but a Glock

It gon pop you when you step

I call my baby when I’m stressed

Not nina but a Glock

It gon pop you in your chest

Pop you when you step

Like a zit on my chest

Oh my god

Duck yah head

Like you ducking from the fed

I got a shot

Infrared Dot

Young Carlos HathCock

The way a nigga mark a opp

Ou clever

Get Krunk

Pull the lever

The opp

wanna know mentions

They don’t know

that I know my blessings

I can smell

when they come like incense

On my

p’s & q’s from an infant

They don’t know

I know my lessons

Focused adolescents

I was learning in detention

On How to have intention

Momma told me bout complexion

I had to use discretion

Clench my first up like I’m benching

I had to ease the tension

When I look at my reflection

I made a good impression

I get it

Hunnid yard dash

I sprint it

I’m not ashamed

I did it

Pack him out

I’m wit it

Closed case

I zip it

Wood Grain

I’m Gripping

I don’t give a flying ****

If you get offended

Im on the offence

2 minute drill

04 Brady , matrix

Red or blue pill

Last 10 seconds

I score

touchdown

Crowd yelling more

Randy Moss

When I’m in town

But I need 5 more rings

be patient

Skip kobe

Got 2-4’s

Waiting

Got the glove on

Like I’m Garry Payton

Got new flows

In the stash

Just saying

I call my baby when I’m stressed

Not nina but a Glock

It gon pop you when you step

I call my baby when I’m stressed

Not nina but a Glock

It gon pop you in your chest