1911 (Glock Remix) OCTOBERSFULLMOON

[Intro]
Pop it (Bitch), pop it, huh, pop it, yuh
Skrrt, skrrt (Pop it)
Pop it (Yeah, skrrt), pop it
Yeah, bitch do it properly
(Yeah, bitch, do it properly)
(Oh, yeah, bitch, do it properly) Ayy

[Verse 1]
Move out the way, bitch (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, move out the way, bitch (Ayy, ayy)
My heart, I'm gon' save it, bitch, you is my favorite
My dick, she gon' taste it, uh, my dick she gon' taste it
The cash, we gon' waste it, the job, yeah, it's dangerous
Here we go again like C.J. (Huh), she give me a B.J. (Huh)
Eat blue cheese like CJ, R.J. got a DJ, huh, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Sk-Skrr-skrr)
Yeah, my bitch, shе gon' pop it, get on the floor, bih, pop it
Get on thе floor, bitch, pop it, get on the floor and pop it
She's my monster and no-one can top it
She's a monster, man, no-one can stop it
All my ice, man, no-one can cop it
Troubled kid, the pain, I just wanna stop it, uh
I pray for Nini, I fucked on Mimi
This ho like me-me, in Lamborghinis
The sniper's blind like Stevie, I was nine and thievin' with the team, team
The other day I got a job, said, "Ah, shit, here we go again"
I was writin' with Cody with pen, tell God I've confessed all my sins
We did the job and we did it again, uh
Pew, pew, pew
Pew, pew, pew