Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy 
Ayy, dududu 
Click clack, dududu, dududu
Where your cash at? 
Where your guns at? 
Run up in your house like where your moms at? 
Where the weed at? 
Where the pounds at? 
Where you keep that? 
Cause I want that 
Where them bricks at? 
Where your bitch at? 
Fuck her til she tell me where your shit at 
Glo Gang robbing everything , now where your lick at? 
Talkin bout where we at? 
You want a shit bag? 
We dont fuck with bricks, with your bitch ass 
Come through , shootin up your kick back 
Who told you to party? Glo Gang didnt 
We shoot your Hooptie up and ride off in the Bentley 
Im teachin lessons boy, with the Smith & Wesson, boy 
Its doin damage boy, Ima squeeze this lemon, boy 
Hit your lemon, boy, turn your ass to lemon, boy 
Fish nigga, turn your ass to salmon, boy 
Caught you at the light, skkrt, dududu, Simon, boy 
Never snitch in my life, you did? Im laughin, boy 
I smoke on the big blunt, the Aiki, boy 
You waiting in line, we go in the club with no I.D., boy 
Ning-Ding go: ping ping ding ding ling ling, Chinese, boy 
See me through my big screen HD L-A-N-D, boy 
You aint dead yet, but you can be, boy 
She aint give me head yet, she aint met me, boy 
I bought the Sprite and turned it filthy, boy 
I got a nina with a 50, boy 
.223s with 100, boy 
Come through ya block like drumline, boy 
Where your cash at?
Where your guns at?
Run up in your house like where your moms at?
Where the weed at?
Where the pounds at?
Where you keep that?
Cause I want that
Where them bricks at?
Where your bitch at?
Fuck her til she tell me where your shit at
Glo Gang robbing everything, now where your lick at? 
Talkin bout where we at? 
You want a shit bag? 
Come through shootin, thats my squad 
They be going hard 
Hidin in the grass 
Or in wheelchairs like Degrassi 
Fine, Ill let you shop 
Pull strings, no electric guitar 
Its me and Glo Gang 3000, boy, and plenty big boys 
Ayy, bitch, we gang, ain’t none of that squad 
Tote stainless steel, aint nothin that hard 
You a stain, we up at your car 
Its at your house, we up at your door 
Bitch, etcetera
Got my guap up, and my hammer tucked 
Flexin all up out your chest 
Pussy boy get hecked up though 
Thought you was about to blow at us? 
We was already three steps ahead of ya 
Life was a bitch and I married her
Told her not to be on that scary stuff 
Niggas on that fuck shit and they get a shit bag 
And we at your mouth, bitch, like a Tic Tac 
Im on that break me off shit like a Kit Kat 
And we snatchin chains and snatchin wrist wear 
Where your cash at?
Where your guns at?
Run up in your house like where your moms at?
Where the weed at?
Where the pounds at?
Where you keep that?
Cause I want that
Where the bricks at?
Where your bitch at?
Fuck her til she tell me where your shit at
Glo Gang robbing everything, now where your lick at?
Talkin bout where we at?
You want a shit bag?