Glock

Jumped in the game I ain't got no shit to lose
I'm with the boys ride with shooters in the the coup
Don't say my name cuz I ride with my tool
After Drake I'm the next best thing in the booth

Back in 15 I was 16
Moving quarter pound every week
We were hustling through the streets
Making grams on an ounce
I was taking niggas out
Lost my nigga D
Shootout at 63
Niggas too young 21 and a gun
Shoot him in the face
Close casket close case
Never ride alone always with the squad
Never caught a case every time I caught an opp
Moving in the night sleeping in the day
HR51 we don't catch a case.
We don't catch a mother fucking case

Jumped in the game I ain't got no shit to lose
I'm with the boys ride with shooters in the the coup
Don't say my name cuz I ride with my tool
After Drake I'm the next best thing in the booth

Sold my soul now I got devil at my back
Undefeatable demons coming out at the back
Lost myself to the streets it's a trap
Lil nigga wish to shine and they laughed
Picked a 40 now I always stay strapped
Mama crying I don't know I'll make it back
Shells and bodies dropping like a movie scene
Moving coke in the night
Gotta get back home alright
All alone in the night
2:30 And it's cold
I just want a private jet
Cop some rolex with baguettes
6 Is full of slimes
All these niggas always lying
I got shooters on my line
Blood diamond makes me shine
Spark a wood now I'm flying
Molly rock freeze the time
Bitches hitting up my line
I'be hitting decline
I ain't got no time
I have been focused on the grind
At the top I want to climb
Molly mixed with Lean
Sipping promethazine
Perkies in my jeans
Louis supreme
Want some diamonds in my neck
Gonna fly out to the west
It's your boy RUDY



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Writer(s): Rudraksh Bhardwaj
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