Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Glock 19 , by - Ameer Vann. Song from the album EMMANUEL, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 17.09.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Winston Wolf
Song language: English
Glock 19 |
| You don’t wanna see me without my medication |
| I got bottles of pills that keep me from goin' crazy |
| I keep smokin' and drinkin', nigga, I’m still sedated |
| I try to hold it together, really, I’m slippin' lately |
| Trippin' harder than ever, got me hallucinatin' |
| I’m in the car with the Devil, chop it and screw it, baby |
| I just listen to Bitches Brew and get elevated |
| I’m gettin' high, I smoke inside of the elevator |
| I took all of this acid, got me disintegratin' |
| Now my vision is meltin', really, I feel it fadin' |
| I’m seein' demons and monsters, really, it’s very scary |
| I know killers and gangster niggas that’s in my family |
| Sellin' pills and them EBTs just to make it happen |
| Shit, my mama and Granny packin' about that action |
| Catch me shootin' at niggas like I’m movie directin' |
| Catch me rollin' with .45, I need the protection |
| Niggas talk shit 'til they get shot back like that |
| You don’t wanna end up like that, like that |
| Flip it, then I bring it right back like that |
| You don’t really know about that like that |
| Niggas talk shit 'til they get shot back |
| You don’t wanna end up like that, like that |
| Flip it, then I bring it right back like that |
| You don’t really know about that like that |
| Niggas blow your brains 'bout that |
| Put a hole in your baseball cap |
| Fade to the black, just like that |
| Talk too much and your soul gets snatched |
| Let the top fall back |
| I’ma change lanes, nigga, just like that |
| Sittin' on blades with the seat way back |
| V12 sittin' in the trunk, way back |
| You don’t gotta listen when they talk like |
| Niggas talk shit 'til they get shot back like that |
| You don’t wanna end up like that, like that |
| Flip it, then I bring it right back like that |
| You don’t really know about that like that |
| Niggas talk shit 'til they get shot back |
| You don’t wanna end up like that, like that |
| Flip it, then I bring it right back like that |
| You don’t really know about that like that |
| I’ma keep runnin' from the past, foot up on the gas |
| Blunt guts, weed crumbs, sticking to the dash |
| No talk, bring me to the cash |
| Just ate mushrooms, took a couple tabs |
| I been trippin' lately so a nigga might crash |
| Just spilled drank on my J’s like damn |
| Nigga, I’m a Barre Baby, make 'em say, «Mann» |
| I don’t want a check, put the money in my hand |
| I don’t need a bank when I got a rubber band |
| Pockets kinda heavy, keep the money in my pants |
| Heart’s still heavy, I been lookin' for my friends |
| Everybody leave everybody in the end |
| I don’t feel alone 'cause the drugs are my friends |
| Just took another, I’ll be gone for a min' |
| Buy by the ounce or the gram, it depends |
| Nigga, I be floatin' off the ground off of this |
| Niggas talk shit 'til they get shot back like that |
| You don’t wanna end up like that, like that |
| Flip it, then I bring it right back like that |
| You don’t really know about that like that |
| Niggas talk shit 'til they get shot back |
| You don’t wanna end up like that, like that |
| Flip it, then I bring it right back like that |
| You don’t really know about that like that |