GLOCK (feat. GL3NN)

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I got the G-L-O-C-K in my pocket
See the O-P-P-S chilling then I cock it
Now they D-E-A-D mama's yelling stop it
Got them screaming out R-I-P now switch the topic
They call me Mr. Pimping because I'm always with a bitch
I feel like Scottie Pippin thirty three up on my hip
They know I got some nuts but the Glock it got the dick
So if you see me with it you liable to get hit
It's like a Netflix show because if you try me
Then you'll fucking die
We spin and spin and spin around your block
Just like its Cobra Kai
My brother got artillery we drive round
It's just like a tank
The ops was talking shit they found his body
In the outer banks
I'm always very nice
Until you tell a lie
My boys was rolling dice
They lost one it's a die
They know they can not beat me
But they still gonna try
I always peep them creeping
And that's the reason why
I got the G-L-O-C-K in my pocket
See the O-P-P-S chilling then I cock it
Now they D-E-A-D mama's yelling stop it
Got them screaming out R-I-P now switch the topic
I got the G-L-O-C-K in my pocket
See the O-P-P-S chilling then I cock it
Now they D-E-A-D mama's yelling stop it
Got them screaming out R-I-P now switch the topic
Me and my brothers shared a room
I had a air mattress you brat
And I was trapping trying to boom
I go to sleep wake up it's flat
Felt I was trapped is this my tomb
Three little boys when I look back
Held up a gun but there is no boom
I work for them I can't do that
Before you go act silly get to thinking
What you gotta lose
You acting little like a baby
Like you got something to prove
Now shooters get to spraying
While I'm asking who the hell is you
Your people mourning you
I'm on a morning flight right to Peru
I know it's not a race
If it's a track you would be overlapped
I'm walking round the club
And all these strangers trying to give out daps
The envy and fake love came out
From everywhere just like tree sap
And just incase the Feds are listening
Then this shit is just a rap
I got the G-L-O-C-K in my pocket
See the O-P-P-S chilling then I cock it
Now they D-E-A-D mama's yelling stop it
Got them screaming out R-I-P now switch the topic
I got the G-O-L-D
Gold around my neck
And all these bitches call my phone
I'm trying to call her for some sex
I'm trying to uh uh uh
I'm trying to come out here
I'm trying to f*ck uh uh
Like baby come on here
I'm trying to roam
Speeding down the highway
Through my wrongs
Baby like please just leave me alone
Yeah I'm trying to go and speed these wrongs
Speeding down the highway
Trying to get home home
Trying to get home to you
Like why you call my phone
Like you not my boo
You not my boo
I'm riding through
I'm riding clean
Like what you mean
Yeah
Yeah

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