This is a song about "Glock 45"

I keep my choppas on deck it probably split my fucking glock

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

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45 always tucked in the side

Crunk on that colt 45 drunk feeling funk nah mean

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

Dare piss me off, come, shoot you with this 45 glock

Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

I cut the finest weed down, and smoke like my glock clips,

Like the shots from a glock give it everything i got,

Had so much kush and ciroc, bitch, i think my heart stop

Police pull up, i'm tryna stash the glock

I get my cake; i love hip hop

I'm so-cal, you so-called rappers need to go call

Glock 9 pounds, i'll put your heart against the wall