K Will - Glock Music

Aye slime
You feeling this
Pop two at his top
Shots from the glock
For niggas tryna diss
You know we tryna get 'em gone
Aim for the head
That's what I hit
(With yo bitch ass)
Foe you know I hop up onnat track
Man Ion never miss
(You know that's all hits)
I beat that pussy raw
Now she can't take it
Like she celibate
(No bap)
Like shorty she a eater
I could teach you how to sell a bitch (Yeah that's all facts)
It's hustle in blood
I took it all man it ain't shit to pick
I put that on my son
I ain't stopping 'til a nigga rich
And even then gone get it
Know I'm tryna see that paper stick
I had to hit the black
(Just clutching on this gat)
I hear them voices so I'm tryna relax
I tell that boy get back
Before this 43 get into that
You said you lost your top
But need to stop
You got your brother hit
You talking 'bout you gangsta
Grab this glock
Just make yo wig split
Like I don't really fuck with niggas They be onnat other shit
Put extensions on that bitch
Know I'm talking 'bout extension clips
Already know I'm getting rich
So I don't really need to trip
Just hop up on the track
And make them pussy niggas feel this
I go crazy real quick
Just rob you out your profit
Have you looking for your meal ticket
Like I'm Ethan Hunt
By any means
I'm gone complete the mission
Know that shit don't make no difference
Riding 'round off them yappas
Know a nigga damn near lost his feelings
Riding real steel clutching
Folks gone have to see a killing
Hardbody standing front line
Don't make them do your bidding
Just in case you think I'm kidding
Yeah I'm high but nigga I still got precision
Man if niggas think we playing
Got 'em waiting in ya kitchen
Rethink all the shit he said
Close range so it ain't no missing
Put that shit to bed
Like he ain't never make it home to Mrs
I'm top dawg so you can't fuck with me
Hot shot niggas can't even get near me
One shot a nigga he gone what a pity
Yah
You know we been keeping shit busy
Just give me a minute
Gone run through the city
I really don't care how you living
Never giving a fuck how you feeling
Tell that boy better play his position
Once again Ima shoot with precision
Better hope you ain't with 'em
We get him
Ona real we ain't leaving no witnesses
Cuz my niggas ain't fucking with sentences
Naw we ain't the same
No synonym
Say you bout your bag
Go get it then
Say you bout a bag
Go get it then
Watch your back
Cuz them niggas wanna see you end

Written by:
Kamal Williams

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