Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Glock 40, artist - Larry June. Date of issue: 30.08.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Glock 40 |
| Aye, sock it to me |
| Damn, yeehee! |
| Aye |
| Oh! |
| Goddamn (aye!), Ohhwee (yeeeheee!) |
| Glock 40 with the… Beam (damn!) |
| Aye, everything ain’t what it… Seem (aye-aye-aye) |
| Glock 40 with the… Beam |
| (Shit! Yee! YeeHee! Damn! God! YesLawd!) |
| Glock 40 with the… Beam |
| (Bop Bop Bop BOP! YEEEEHEEEE! SHIT!) |
| Glock 40 with the… Beam |
| Handguns choppers, grass like a farmer |
| Tuck like Osama, Smoking on Obama |
| Juggin' in the winter, juggin' in the summer |
| Never graduated, but i’m riding foreign |
| I’m walking in the sand, condo in Hawaii |
| I’m living what i’m saying, you niggas steady lyin' |
| Fuck the radio, I can do without it |
| I’m riding with the whammy, I don’t trust nobody |
| I’m the Pusherman |
| I can get it to you |
| Get out the pussy |
| Chopper in the bushes |
| Slide through the blade |
| 2's on the six |
| To these rap niggas I’m a father figure |
| Riding by myself I don’t need a nigga |
| Put the heat to em like a TV dinner |
| I’m a real nigga I can get it off |
| Tell me what you need I can get it to you |
| I ain’t in to all that fake shit |
| Why the fuck you speakin' on my name? |
| Hit my phone on some groupie shit |
| But pillow talk to yo main thing |
| Okay I see that you a fuck nigga |
| On my momma man these niggas bitch made |
| Hit a pussy nigga with a switchblade |
| Ho i’m getting money bitch 3 ways |
| Nigga YeeHee! |
| Goddamn (aye!), Ohhwee (yeeeheee!) |
| Glock 40 with the… Beam (damn!) |
| Aye, everything ain’t what it… Seem (aye-aye-aye) |
| Glock 40 with the… Beam |
| (Shit! Yee! YeeHee! Damn! God! YesLawd!) |
| Glock 40 with the… Beam |
| (Bop Bop Bop BOP! YEEEEHEEEE! SHIT!) |
| Glock 40 with the… Beam |
| They say a nigga changed, dammit I got aim (good job Larry) |
| 8 thousand for the paint, dammit I am paid |
| Smoking on the finest, birkin for my bottom |
| I like stripper bitches, I like hoes in college |
| I’m standing on the couches, I’m drinking out the bottle (fuck!) |
| Don’t fuck with broke niggas, they schemin' and they plottin' |
| I’m not a fuckin' rapper, I’m chillin' on a island |
| I shop at whole foods, I’m really havin' guala |
| You say you want beef but I bet you won’t run up One hitter quitter I bet you get done up We all about money so this is a come-up |
| Grind in the winter and shine in the summer |
| Hop out the Benz and I jump in the hummer |
| (Phew! Phew! YEEEEHEEE!) |
| I made it safe that’s a touchdown, smoke a nigga like a hookah lounge |
| You don’t wanna hear that ruger sound (goddamn) |
| I got bitches that’ll get it now |
| I ain’t lookin' for a friend bitch |
| Ho I need another hundred thou', I wake up early then I run a mile |
| Hit the blunt then I’m to the trap, I turn off then I take a nap |
| Wake up with another 50 racks! |
| (aye, damn) |
| Goddamn (aye!), Ohhwee (yeeeheee!) |
| Glock 40 with the… Beam (damn!) |
| Aye, everything ain’t what it… Seem (aye-aye-aye) |
| Glock 40 with the… Beam |
| (Shit! Yee! YeeHee! Damn! God! YesLawd!) |
| Glock 40 with the… Beam |
| (Bop Bop Bop BOP! YEEEEHEEEE! SHIT!) |
| Glock 40 with the… Beam |