Glock On Me (ft. Baby Dustu)

Chorus (Me):

Got a glock on me, glock on me

Hoes wanna fall on me, fall on me

Keep a glock with me, keep a glock with me

When you dead you ain't gon' come back

Glocky with me, where the cash at?

Sippin' lean, with a glock on me

Glock on me, glock on me, yeaaaaah

 

Verse 1 (Baby Dustu, yes he's black):

When I was ten I was countin' up my bands

Saw my heart beat in your bloody hands

A nigga like you won't ever understand

The shit I go through got me not givin' a damn

Poppin' Percs, need the Xans

'Cause a nigga like me ain't doin' demands

I ain't yo slave nigga I won't do yo commands

Her hands in my pants, people I can't withstand

People braggin' 'bout they own brands

Well nigga, I don't give a fuck, I just care 'bout the 100 grand

Gettin' my bands up, yeah, you know I don't hide

Lotta niggas died and lied, yeah

My score high, we never tied, put that shit aside

Homicide, yeah, lot of 'em tried

Tons of 'em failed, their brains got fried

Glock on me, yeah, you can't take 'way my pride

Nigga fucking up, but his smile still wide

Depression kills me on the outside and inside

A nigga like me reached the bottom and cried

Can't trust nobody can't even trust my guide

Runnin' 'round town, goin' for rides

I don't let that shit slide, nah

Nigga, like, what you on and where you at?

I get cash, yeah, I get all of that

And I rap till the sunset, yeah, we trap

And I get all my money up, no time for naps

And you talkin' all this shit that we know is cap

So shut yo goofy ass up and don't make me mad

And if you feel bad well too bad too sad

So piss off get yo shit together 'cause I'm done with yo crap

Ima keep rappin' till the world gon' crash

And Ima do it for the gang, tryna get our happiness back

 

Chorus (Me):

Got a glock on me, glock on me

Hoes wanna fall on me, fall on me

Keep a glock with me, keep a glock with me

When you dead you ain't gon' come back

Glocky with me, where the cash at?

Sippin' lean, with a glock on me

Glock on me, glock on me, yeaaaaah

 

Verse 2 (Me):

Oh, yeah, I'm tired of you, you're a bitch

Tired of it all, can't even relax for a bit

Gonna go home, 'cause I'm tired of your shit

All alone, makin' hits after hits

And you know you're a goddamn snitch

You're a wicked witch, throwin' fits

Yeaaah, tired of it all, me and hoes gon' ball

You ain't gon' see me fall, hearin' yo calls

Drinkin' alcohol, big and tall

Yeah, I started off real small

Hoes wanna brawl? Then let's brawl

Why you talkin' shit when you can't do it all?

Seein' flashin' lights, wakin' up at 9

Hoes wanna die, bitch know she a dime

She just wastin' my time, I'm in my prime

I'm in the kitchen, lookin' for a knife

Tryna find a wife to stay in my life, right?

'Cause a lot of hoes they fake

Lot of them are snakes, gotta contemplate

How much more can I take?

Money I make, cupcakes I bake

I wanna see yo cake, cake, cake

Drip, I got all that drip, we goin' on an acid trip

Badasses since we were kids

I still remember all the bad shit I did

I choked a kid for bullyin' me, I might've overreacted

(Ya think?) Damn, man, relapsin' and relaxin'

And you know me and my gang never cashappin'

I'm self-made hoe we trappin'

Lotta bitches cappin', yeah, they cappin'

But me and my gang? We the realest

And my heart, it's the biggest

I got room for you hoe, just don't push my limits

Yeah, do you get it? Uh

 

Chorus (Me):

Got a glock on me, glock on me

Hoes wanna fall on me, fall on me

Keep a glock with me, keep a glock with me

When you dead you ain't gon' come back

Glocky with me, where the cash at?

Sippin' lean, with a glock on me

Glock on me, glock on me, yeaaaaah, oh

 

Verse 3 (Baby Dustu, yes he's black):

Ooh nigga happy ever after

Nothing else in life fucking matters

Can't take it no more, my heart's been shattered

Glocky on me, it's a disaster

Glocky on me, drownin' out the laugter

Bullets fired, hoes gettin' shot

Niggas like me don't give a fuck about a thot

I don't care 'bout you, I hope you rot

'Cause nigga I gave it all I got

Thought I was enough, guess not

Glock on me and my squad

We don't give a fuck if you a god

Nigga, I'm tired of it, get lost

Gotta get my point across

Took another goddamn loss

And I'm tired of it, like, what's the cost?

Niggas like me got a heart so small it can be tossed

Like a ball, my nigga, stop puttin' on yo lip gloss

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Glock on me, glock on me

Got a glocky on me, glocky on me

Nigga you know I got a glocky on me