Glock (feat. CTB Royalty)
32red
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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
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Written by: Dominic Redmond, Michael Redmond
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