[Chorus]
Ratatata TEC-9, that's what I be carryin'
Ratatata TEC-9, that's what I be carryin'
Ratatata TEC-9, that's what I be carryin'
Ratatata TEC-9, ratatata

[Verse 1: 304]
Creeping up on you niggas with the Glock up to your head
You better be with your boys before you end up dead
´Cause I´m not begging, not slacking up
Just robbing and shoot ´em up
Nigga that be talking shit killed
I don´t give a fuck
Scoping out my mind with the Glock in my hand
Aimed dead at his brain just to leave a blood stain
Ridin´ in the car, hit the lights with the gun out
Get face down on the ground, then you will hear a shout
From a nigga that I shot dead on the fucking spot
Then I get the weapon my Glock fool then I go pop

[Chorus]
Ratatata TEC-9, that's what I be carryin'
Ratatata TEC-9, that's what I be carryin'
Ratatata TEC-9, that's what I be carryin'
Ratatata TEC-9, ratatata, ratatata

[Verse 2: 304]
Comin´ on the same looking mean at this stupid trick
304 better OG run these nigga head to a fucking brick
All that dope and green that a real young nigga gack
From these trick ass niggas who was standing on the dope track
Gotta get it gotta have it so drop it off and gimme some
´Cause notorious 304 putting them niggas on the run
Gotta get your cash or your ass, nigga, you won´t last
´Cause I´ma hit you tricks with a lick of the mega blast
And 304 will never fall into a dirty bitch
´Cause if she talks, shit, I´ll whop her ass with the Glock trick

[Chorus]
Ratatata TEC-9, that's what I be carryin'
Ratatata TEC-9, that's what I be carryin'
Ratatata TEC-9, that's what I be carryin'
Ratatata TEC-9, ratatata

[Verse 3: 304]
People say “304 stands for a fucking hoe”
But I can´t tell trick ´cause I'm all about that peteroll
Ready to get them thangs from the niggas that had a stain
With the Teflon, yeah, bitch to his fucking brain
Ready for a homicide, so I jump up in the ride
Nigga, I´m still alive ´cause I did a do or die
Never feel guilty if I do, then they will kill me
´Cause I have no remorse and yo nigga that´s how I kill G
Out on my damn own, so that´s why I pack a tone
Gotta get my serve on, yeah, in the early morning
With my Gl-izz-ock pi-zz-ock better trick who wanna run a fool
´Cause of the nigga named 304 creepin´ on tricks because you know I´m smooth

[Chorus]
Ratatata TEC-9, that's what I be carryin'
Ratatata TEC-9, that's what I be carryin'
Ratatata TEC-9, that's what I be carryin'
Ratatata TEC-9, ratatata, ratatata

[Verse 4: Tommy Wright III]
I´m just a Glock toting gangsta from a Glock packing city
Full of Glock shots niggas with their fingers on the trigger
Tommy Wright a nigga that never leaves the house without the Glock
I used to run but now it done got to where I pop at the cops
Drop goes a nigga if he´s creepin´ through my section
Smith and Wesson on his ass ready to blast in his direction
Ain´t no love, ain´t no scope, use my Glock to rob you for your dough
Hate to be low on ends, that´s why my Glock is my friend
Buck ´em down, buck ´em down, especially on these crooked cops
And these narcs see the feet but the Glock is under the seat
Waitin´ for these tricks to yank me out my car and start the loking
But they see that I don´t be joking when they see the Glock is smoking
So this my sidekick my righthand man understand
In a battle with my Glock, nigga, I got the upper hand
Back in every since a child got a new and a nine deuce
Nigga say he´s strapped, fuck you, bitch, I got a nine too
Instigators, perpetrators, only snitches, even bitches, robbers, mobbers, skantches and wrenches
Never underestimate a nigga that look weak
Ability to scrap, plus my Glock equals six feet deep

[Chorus]
Ratatata TEC-9, that's what I be carryin'
Ratatata TEC-9, that's what I be carryin'
Ratatata TEC-9, that's what I be carryin'
Ratatata TEC-9, that's what I be carryin'
Ratatata TEC-9, that's what I be carryin'
Ratatata TEC-9, that's what I be carryin'
Ratatata TEC-9, that's what I be carryin'
Ratatata TEC-9, that's what I be carryin'
Rata,ratatata