(Inaudible Talking) (Intro) Glock got the switch — click — now it’s fully lit, Rolling with the homies, yeah, we ready for the hit. Driftin' JDMS, tires screechin' in the dark, Flippin’ bags, countin' racks, we leave a mark. (Pause) ...Ain't no turnin' back. (Verse 1) Switches on the Glock, let it spray with no sound, Homies ridin' deep, we don't play around. JDMS sliding, corners tight, no cap, Flip the bag twice, then we run it right back. (Pause) Whip so clean, yeah, we drift through the smoke... Ops move quick, but they never get close. (Chorus) Switches on the Glock, bang-bang, let it fly, Banging with the gang, and we never ask why. Drifting in the whip, tires burnin' like the heat, Flippin' bags daily, got the city on repeat. (Outro) Switches, bags, whips — that’s the life we live, Homies stay strapped, ain't no love to give. JDMS drift, Glock ready in my grip, Flip a couple bags, then we back on the strip.
