Glock Decisions
I'm killing this beat, call it a felony
Thirty five bullets I leave him like Kennedy
Find him like Nemo, anemone
Shoot at his temple I'm ending his legacy
In they head like memory
I got fifty nine's, fifty choppas now they call me centipede
Look at this weapory
And we pull up with glocks to yo street but I'm not talking sesame
Lose the clip to his nugget I'm thinking he Denver
He talking cold leave his ass in December
Diamonds so white you would think I surrendered
I cut off his head like he changing his gender
Me and my boys will light you up no ember
The glock to his dome now he start to remember
I'm dripping like water but I'm not a bender
I pull out the nine make em think it's September
My finger keep shooting I feel like ginobli
He say he want beef all I hear is bologna
She sound like ravioli
I lay his ass down leave him dead with his homies
Now he dead with his homies, he six feet under
I'm living my life, this my 16th summer
He gave me a reason so I had to beam em and then I left him like KD with the thunder
She sucking my dick while she doing the dishes
Hold up I thought that bitch was religious
I thought that was bitch a Christian
Maybe I'm tripping
She made me harden so I had to change my position
But I keep a thang with extension
Between the money and a bitch ima make my decision
And when I make my decision I'm choosing my glock cuz that thing got some aim and precision
And you know that we winning, come on you know that we winning
$uave and Reno we winning like Jordan and pippen
Thirty five bullets I leave him like Kennedy
Find him like Nemo, anemone
Shoot at his temple I'm ending his legacy
In they head like memory
I got fifty nine's, fifty choppas now they call me centipede
Look at this weapory
And we pull up with glocks to yo street but I'm not talking sesame
Lose the clip to his nugget I'm thinking he Denver
He talking cold leave his ass in December
Diamonds so white you would think I surrendered
I cut off his head like he changing his gender
Me and my boys will light you up no ember
The glock to his dome now he start to remember
I'm dripping like water but I'm not a bender
I pull out the nine make em think it's September
My finger keep shooting I feel like ginobli
He say he want beef all I hear is bologna
She sound like ravioli
I lay his ass down leave him dead with his homies
Now he dead with his homies, he six feet under
I'm living my life, this my 16th summer
He gave me a reason so I had to beam em and then I left him like KD with the thunder
She sucking my dick while she doing the dishes
Hold up I thought that bitch was religious
I thought that was bitch a Christian
Maybe I'm tripping
She made me harden so I had to change my position
But I keep a thang with extension
Between the money and a bitch ima make my decision
And when I make my decision I'm choosing my glock cuz that thing got some aim and precision
And you know that we winning, come on you know that we winning
$uave and Reno we winning like Jordan and pippen
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Writer(s): Samuel Cann
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