[Intro: Jackboy]
Ayy, ayy, Payday, ayy
Jack, yeah
[Verse 1: Payday]
You light up my heart like a Glock with a beam
Then you tear it apart like the knees on my jeans
Now I'm fallin' apart, you make me wanna scream
Put a hole in your heart with that—
[Chorus: Payday, Payday & Jackboy]
Glock with a beam, Glock with a beam
Don't fall in love, 'cause it's not what it seems
Remember you said that I'm stuck in a dream
You make me bitter, you're makin' me mean
[Verse 2: Jackboy]
Hoppin' out with a Glock, shoot straight for the top
I'm everything that he not, my pockets stuffed up with guap
My car fresh off the lot, but baby, I'm not braggin'
I'm still a project baby, this big ol' Glock got my pants saggin'
I'm still a project baby so when life get tough, I don't do no naggin'
Glock with a beam, I keep it tucked, lil' Jack don't do no lackin'
In the club, he packin', got it on him while he rappin'
Do a show, then back to trappin', know Jack gon' get that pack in
Hustle hard don't do no slackin', I'm in the field just like John Madden
Cops come, I don't do no rattin', lips closed, I don't do no smackin'
Glock with a beam, let's go taggin' I can turn it to a massacre
In the booth, I don't do no flaggin', don't make me come chase right after ya
Ayy, ayy, Payday, ayy
Jack, yeah
[Verse 1: Payday]
You light up my heart like a Glock with a beam
Then you tear it apart like the knees on my jeans
Now I'm fallin' apart, you make me wanna scream
Put a hole in your heart with that—
[Chorus: Payday, Payday & Jackboy]
Glock with a beam, Glock with a beam
Don't fall in love, 'cause it's not what it seems
Remember you said that I'm stuck in a dream
You make me bitter, you're makin' me mean
[Verse 2: Jackboy]
Hoppin' out with a Glock, shoot straight for the top
I'm everything that he not, my pockets stuffed up with guap
My car fresh off the lot, but baby, I'm not braggin'
I'm still a project baby, this big ol' Glock got my pants saggin'
I'm still a project baby so when life get tough, I don't do no naggin'
Glock with a beam, I keep it tucked, lil' Jack don't do no lackin'
In the club, he packin', got it on him while he rappin'
Do a show, then back to trappin', know Jack gon' get that pack in
Hustle hard don't do no slackin', I'm in the field just like John Madden
Cops come, I don't do no rattin', lips closed, I don't do no smackin'
Glock with a beam, let's go taggin' I can turn it to a massacre
In the booth, I don't do no flaggin', don't make me come chase right after ya
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