Glock 9 lyrics

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AR-AB


Bad b*tch in my bed while I count 80
When I'm done, she gonna bite it like she gat rabbies
I bring it to your house, about my [..]
30 shots, I throw em like Tom Brady
Hermes belt cost a clean stack
I'll be riding dirty with a clean mack
The block dead, pop corn when the fiend back
They shot me, them n*ggas dead and I mean that
I have my n*ggas come with the big mack
I'm about to break a brick like a kit kat
It's time to clean the dust off the AK
You n*ggas only ball on pay day
I need the connect and then he turn prey
I make them see God, he ain't even pray
10 pain pills and a cup of lean
I remember days I had to f*ck a fiend
Other than my money, ain't nothing change
Bad b*tch sucking till they bust a fame
Your white child bite it like a Pit Bull
I make her eat di*k till she get full
I am in the candor and the beat playing
Flat screens on the wall and the heat playing
My crack house run like a relay
I was shooting parties up, you was D J'ing
You need a b*tch, buy roses
I need b*tch to make a whole brick
Grey hound bus on a road trip
Glock 9 gat a stick like Moses
A hundred benjamins, thats 10 racks
Drop a clean dot, bring 10 back
Taking percocets with a tinzats
And mother f*ck your life, I'll end that
My n*gga over country, about to send that
It don't cook right, so I send it back
4 4 bullets in a dirty harry
Slide through your block and it's bloody mary
Had a couple a friends, them I cut them off
Stick your hands out, I'mma cut them off
Club full of holes I'd probably f*ck them all
I ain't gonna lie, probably f*ck them raw
He smocking reggie, trying to vibe him up
My sh*t loud, two pulls have you high as f*ck
I heard your plug about to buy a truck
He don't know later on I'mma tie him up
I lost a f*cking drug cases, I couln't beat it
But when it comes to murderours, I'm undefeated
Keep a hundred clean, in my house
Tell my b*tch shut up, I'm losing my count
I gave the work back, it's losing the ounce
Or I might hit him with the Rug, then I'm out
Ahh!
The clip like a freesbie
Pull up, hit your baby mom with a wiggy
Ahh!
The mack cost 60
Ride around with it, like they slipped me a micky
You can't tell me sh*t
You talk about bricks, n*gga sell me sticks
Uhh!
I'll scout my sh*t
I'll be a millionaire if I sell my di*k
One day I hope to make it to the big screen
Until then I'm breaking bricks down the 16
16 shots, that's half brick
I make her stuff her pus*y with half a brick
You love the way I talk
Her pus*y all wet
I f*cked her one time, I ain't call her yet
50 stacks, that's for small bit
I'm in the club throwing [...] like [...]
I don't bring cash, spent it on consignment
Just bought a new [...]
I'm in the hood, chain on, white diamonds
Hands on iron, imagine me turkey mining

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