Glock lyrics

[Chorus]
Ratatata TEC-9, that's what I be carryin'
Ratatata TEC-9, that's what I be carryin'
Ratatata TEC-9, that's what I be carryin'
Ratatata TEC-9, ratatata

[Verse 1: 304]
Creeping up on you n*ggas with the Glock up to your head
You better be with your boys before you end up dead
´Cause I´m not begging, not slacking up
Just robbing and shoot ´em up
n*gga that be talking sh*t killed
I don´t give a f*ck
Scoping out my mind with the Glock in my hand
Aimed dead at his brain just to leave a blood stain
Ridin´ in the car, hit the lights with the gun out
Get face down on the ground, then you will hear a shout
From a n*gga that I shot dead on the f*cking spot
Then I get the weapon my Glock fool then I go pop

[Chorus]
Ratatata TEC-9, that's what I be carryin'
Ratatata TEC-9, that's what I be carryin'
Ratatata TEC-9, that's what I be carryin'
Ratatata TEC-9, ratatata, ratatata
[Verse 2: 304]
Comin´ on the same looking mean at this stupid trick
304 better OG run these n*gga head to a f*cking brick
All that dope and green that a real young n*gga gack
From these trick ass n*ggas who was standing on the dope track
Gotta get it gotta have it so drop it off and gimme some
´Cause notorious 304 putting them n*ggas on the run
Gotta get your cash or your ass, n*gga, you won´t last
´Cause I´ma hit you tricks with a lick of the mega blast
And 304 will never fall into a dirty b*tch
´Cause if she talks, sh*t, I´ll whoop her ass with the Glock trick

[Chorus]
Ratatata TEC-9, that's what I be carryin'
Ratatata TEC-9, that's what I be carryin'
Ratatata TEC-9, that's what I be carryin'
Ratatata TEC-9, ratatata

[Verse 3: 304]
People say “304 stands for a f*cking hoe”
But I can´t tell trick ´cause I'm all about that peteroll
Ready to get them thangs from the n*ggas that had a stain
With the Teflon, yeah, b*tch to his f*cking brain
Ready for a homicide, so I jump up in the ride
n*gga, I´m still alive ´cause I did a do or die
Never feel guilty if I do, then it'll kill me
´Cause I have no remorse and yo n*gga that´s how I kill G
Out on my damn own, so that´s why I pack a tone
Gotta get my serve on, yeah, in the early morning
With my Gl-izz-ock pi-zz-ock better trick who wanna run a fool
´Cause of the n*gga named 304 creepin´ on tricks because you know I´m smooth
[Chorus]
Ratatata TEC-9, that's what I be carryin'
Ratatata TEC-9, that's what I be carryin'
Ratatata TEC-9, that's what I be carryin'
Ratatata TEC-9, ratatata, ratatata

[Verse 4: Tommy Wright III]
I´m just a Glock toting gangsta from a Glock packing city
Full of Glock shots n*ggas with their fingers on the trigger
Tommy Wright a n*gga that never leaves the house without the Glock
I used to run but now it done got to where I pop at the cops
Drop goes a n*gga if he´s creepin´ through my section
Smith and Wesson on his ass ready to blast in his direction
Ain´t no love, ain´t no scope, use my Glock to rob you for your dough
Hate to be low on ends, that´s why my Glock is my friend
Buck ´em down, buck ´em down, especially on these crooked cops
And these narcs see the feet but the Glock is under the seat
Waitin´ for these tricks to yank me out my car and start the loking
But they see that I don´t be joking when they see the Glock is smoking
So this my sidekick my righthand man understand
In a battle with my Glock, n*gga, I got the upper hand
Back in every since a child got a new and a nine deuce
n*gga say he´s strapped, f*ck you, b*tch, I got a nine too
Instigators, perpetrators, only snitches, even b*tches, robbers, mobbers, skantches and wrenches
Never underestimate a n*gga that look weak
Ability to scrap, plus my Glock equals six feet deep
[Chorus]
Ratatata TEC-9, that's what I be carryin'
Ratatata TEC-9, that's what I be carryin'
Ratatata TEC-9, that's what I be carryin'
Ratatata TEC-9, that's what I be carryin'
Ratatata TEC-9, that's what I be carryin'
Ratatata TEC-9, that's what I be carryin'
Ratatata TEC-9, that's what I be carryin'
Ratatata TEC-9, that's what I be carryin'
Rata,ratatata