Miss My Glock 26
BIG30, Lil Durk
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(Mmm, Manny, cook that shit, uh) Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd No pad, no pen shit Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd Blrrrd, blrrrd, big blrrrd No postin' on my block, ayy, you either shoppin' or servin' .357 'cross my lap, just for Mista we purgin' We whack shit on the scene, you blessed if you made it to surgery He spoke on Geno, told my hitter, "Go get him, it's urgent" They put that battery in his back and ain't even slide for him He sendin' threats from a hospital bed, be quiet boy Big boy, .45 boy, nine, ten, eleven, my slide toy Every time right or wrong, this Gucci link my vibe choice Ayy, if it's smoke then say some' Get to close, my niggas spray some' For smokin' Geno, laced him 'Fore he knew it, the member faced him Boy you were damn near wasted, watch where you drop that location That ain't my lil' ho or my guy, that's my lil' situation That my lil' shit Man, f*ck all that, that my lil' bitch Louis front, Louis kicks Exclusive gang, Louis V sticks Got shot so many times and lived (Smurk), call him lil' 50 Cent I ain't had a nine and two years, I miss my Glock .26 (grrah, let's get it) Me and Von was fightin' our case together The state had to see our face together (gang) Switches go broom-broom (grrah) Fifty-thousand to stitch his face together I don't like Qua', I like Wock'-Wock' in the peach Crush Because I taste it better (let's get it) Louis belt with a hoodie to hide my dreads and hold my Drac' together (on gang) Fightin' over hits, like where he go? Shit, who chased them better? (Me?) Can't trust these hoes from nobody hood no more They backdoor, play together (bitch) Me, I gotta keep a gun I draw mine low (let's get it) I gotta keep a fund, these killers 'round me (let's get it) Ain't never gon' run, if it's up then it's stuck (let's get it) And that's on my son, nigga (bah) PPP got you feelin' yourself That's a Cartier, that ain't no Patek, nigga (pussy) Tell the truth five-hunnid K, on Pluto grave I ain't no average nigga (grrah) We done been through shit inside them trenches You can't imagine, nigga (let's get it) I'm with the same niggas We used to hoop on crates inside them alleys, nigga (man, what? Gang) No postin' on my block, ayy, you either shoppin' or servin' .357 'cross my lap, just for Mista we purgin' We whack shit on the scene, you blessed if you made it to surgery He spoke on Geno, told my hitter, "Go get him, it's urgent" They put that battery in his back and ain't even slide for him He sendin' threats from a hospital bed, be quiet boy Big boy, .45 boy, nine, ten, eleven, my slide toy Every time right or wrong, this Gucci link my vibe choice
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Written by: Amir Mohamed, Durk Banks, Imanuel Cooper, Rodney Wright
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