Metro Boomin, 21 Savage - Glock In My Lap

Дата добавления: 20 октября 2020

Формат: mp3

Исполнители: Metro Boomin, 21 Savage

Битрейт: 320 Kbps

Размер: 12.34 Mb

Продолжительность: 05:23

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Текст песни

[Intro:]
Y'all niggas stop playin, nigga!
Y'all niggas know what the fuck goin on,
Big 4L, big steppers,
Big footprints, pussy! (Southside on the track, yeah)
Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy!
Pussy, pussy, okay, 21! (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
Okay, 21, okay, 21! (Okay)
Okay, 21! (Metro Boomin want some more, nigga)
21, 21, 21!

[Verse 1:]
Big 4L, I'm a member, (Yeah)
Leave an opp cold, like December, (What?)
.45 on me, it's a Kimber, (And what?)
AK knockin' down trees, like timber.
Get your baby mama fore we bend her, (21)
Hit the windshield, not the fender, (21)
Givin out smoke my agenda, (21)
Throw the white flag, they surrender. (Pussy)
All black tux, I'm a businessman, (Pussy)
Millionaire, still shakin killеrs hand, (Woah)
Take the plug off and the middlе man, (Woah)
Spray the whole block, I don't give a damn, (Woah)
Fuck a nigga bitch, I'm a gentleman, (21)
21, your bitch know I been the man, (21)
Playin' with the rock like I'm Jiggaman,
Gotta look a nigga in the eyes when you kill a man.

[Chorus:]
Glock in my lap, everywhere I'm strapped,
Most these rappers cap, I ain't givin dap,
Glenwood to the flat, used to rob and trap,
Money tall, Shaq, choppa bullets, splat,
Chuck E. Cheese, rat, we get rodents whacked,
Way too many steppers, I can't hold em back,
Body full of scars, face full of tats,
You pray on your knees, I pray to my strap.

[Verse 2:]
Say you want smoke, but the fire come with it,
Money on your head, nigga, we'll come get it,
New Kel-Tec put a hundun in it,
Partment so sweet, threw a honey bun in it,
Keep it in the street, I ain't doin no squealin,
I don't never put women in my business,
Full-time rapper, I ain't doin no drillin.
Woah, woah, I can make a M in my sleep, (Straight up)
17 breakin down a P, (On God)
18 start sellin hard with Lil B,
Hundred dollar three-five, a whip from D,
Ridin down Glenwood, tank on E,
All about the money, I ain't never smoke weed,
Cool young nigga, still take yo cheese. (Pussy)
Not mine, this bitch for us, (21)
The gang is what I trust, (Straight up)
Don't argue, we don't fuss, (Straight up)
No talkin, he get touched, (Straight up)
I can't smoke my opps (On God)
'Cause all my opps is dust, (Pussy)
He think he the battery, we call him Elon Musk. (Pussy)
Open your mouth when I bust, (21)
Suck me up slow, don't rush, (21)
Havin threesomes is a must, (Straight up)
Hit it from the back and she cussed, (On God)
I put his bitch in the Benz, (21)
She used to ride on the bus, (Damn)
I walk around with them thigh pads (21)
But I ain't got no yard rushed.

[Chorus:]
Glock in my lap, everywhere I'm strapped,
Most these rappers cap, I ain't givin dap,
Glenwood to the flat, used to rob and trap,
Money tall, Shaq, choppa bullets, splat,
Chuck E. Cheese, rat, we get rodents whacked,
Way too many steppers, I can't hold em back,
Body full of scars, face full of tats,
You pray on your knees, I pray to my strap.

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