Luh .45

Luh .45 it’s small but this shit blow out cha eye

Keep talking, I won’t stop hawkin till yall die

This the hood, cops turn Dey head when there’s crime

Shit go ruff, but don’t fuck wit my I kill niggas who try

Work on myself, yal hit me but aim better next time

Some, touchin me?? To GOD WHERE YO ASS GON BE

I slang dat dope, and I pinch off tha coke

Use it to my own, that’s how it go

I’m on same old shit, still moving 8-10 bricks

24 hours, imma move 12, merry Christmas to the addicts

And I keep my ak’s in my of attic

Luh .45, can’t tote sum too big, they want me dead

But also the feds, so luh .45 keep me safe during my case

One of da oops ordered a whole case, laced dat shit wit k, now Dey dead

Glock star movement bitch

Glock star never rest

Holding cell, mane I hate jail, I was workin out

Niggas called me out, knock Dey teeth out then I got jumped

Kickin my ribs, but I’m glockstar show dem bitches I’m tuff

Getting up, getting back, look I knocked em out, dat respect

Now I’m sleep, wait bail, now I’m a free man

That was roun when I woke up, now I been looking for my robbers

See they took some shit but cops is on my page so I clean up

Glockstar in a suit, but I look too tuff

Luh .45 in my court pocket perfect fit yuh