Glock
Left the court and ain't wanna be in one
So I chose the booth
Niggas think I'm pussy
Have his momma picking out a suit
Cut one goofy nigga off ain't new niggas
No recruits
Treat a nigga like Tupac
We got two glocks
Know a young nigga got the juice
Gon put a few Ms in my account
Pockets obese i don't know the amount
Think you gon rob me we taking em out
We gon show em what CTB really about
My chain on Alaska
Yo shit like Flint Michigan
Niggas jewelry be up in a drought
That nigga capping
KJ Gon pull up and we blast
Skirt off and we take a new route
Don't miss we hit them organs
Face shots make him a portrait
Think it's sweet cause I'm the shortest
But this big bitch don't play like norbit
Young fly nigga I be soaring
Few months I'm Gon be touring
SRT that engine roaring
Don't play with me this shit get gory
Wanna play we slide on em cassete
My boys Gon ride aim for that neck
Keep yo head up or you gon check
It ain't no hooping when we stretch
Wanna play we slide on em cassete
My boys Gon ride aim for that neck
Keep yo head up or you gon check
It ain't no hooping when we stretch
Coroner pick him up they clean him with a mop
I got this Glock
When I shoot that bitch you know it ain't gone stop
His body drop
Shoot him in the leg I made him Diddy bop
Bitch I can't flop
With this rapping this shit I'm heading to the top
Lil hoe you bugging
I ain't got the time and get up out my face that's why you mugging
We ain't talking money shorty then it's end of discussion
When I step up on the scene lil bitch I ain't got the time for no hugging
Bitch I got the bands and playing with sticks like a nigga was
Nah that shit was basic
Masked up like I'm Jason
Bullets fly
All he seen was cases
Knocking out his braces
This how it go
Met at her at the store
I put it in her throat
She want some mo
Asking for some dough
I'm sorry gotta go
She just a hoe
Shit but I ain't tripping
Never catch me slipping
They still flying and he ducking down
But I ain't never missing
Check me out
Hoe I'm 32
Ain't never heard of you
You wanna box
We can shoot it out like what you wanna do
Lil bitch I'm gliding
On this beat I'm sliding
Niggas out here dying
Like why you trying
And I never cared
A nigga never scared
We go to war
I'm strapping up
I always come prepared
Shit this the closer
Diamonds big as boulders
Glock come out the holster
This shit is over
So I chose the booth
Niggas think I'm pussy
Have his momma picking out a suit
Cut one goofy nigga off ain't new niggas
No recruits
Treat a nigga like Tupac
We got two glocks
Know a young nigga got the juice
Gon put a few Ms in my account
Pockets obese i don't know the amount
Think you gon rob me we taking em out
We gon show em what CTB really about
My chain on Alaska
Yo shit like Flint Michigan
Niggas jewelry be up in a drought
That nigga capping
KJ Gon pull up and we blast
Skirt off and we take a new route
Don't miss we hit them organs
Face shots make him a portrait
Think it's sweet cause I'm the shortest
But this big bitch don't play like norbit
Young fly nigga I be soaring
Few months I'm Gon be touring
SRT that engine roaring
Don't play with me this shit get gory
Wanna play we slide on em cassete
My boys Gon ride aim for that neck
Keep yo head up or you gon check
It ain't no hooping when we stretch
Wanna play we slide on em cassete
My boys Gon ride aim for that neck
Keep yo head up or you gon check
It ain't no hooping when we stretch
Coroner pick him up they clean him with a mop
I got this Glock
When I shoot that bitch you know it ain't gone stop
His body drop
Shoot him in the leg I made him Diddy bop
Bitch I can't flop
With this rapping this shit I'm heading to the top
Lil hoe you bugging
I ain't got the time and get up out my face that's why you mugging
We ain't talking money shorty then it's end of discussion
When I step up on the scene lil bitch I ain't got the time for no hugging
Bitch I got the bands and playing with sticks like a nigga was
Nah that shit was basic
Masked up like I'm Jason
Bullets fly
All he seen was cases
Knocking out his braces
This how it go
Met at her at the store
I put it in her throat
She want some mo
Asking for some dough
I'm sorry gotta go
She just a hoe
Shit but I ain't tripping
Never catch me slipping
They still flying and he ducking down
But I ain't never missing
Check me out
Hoe I'm 32
Ain't never heard of you
You wanna box
We can shoot it out like what you wanna do
Lil bitch I'm gliding
On this beat I'm sliding
Niggas out here dying
Like why you trying
And I never cared
A nigga never scared
We go to war
I'm strapping up
I always come prepared
Shit this the closer
Diamonds big as boulders
Glock come out the holster
This shit is over
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Writer(s): Michael Redmond
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