Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Glock, artist - DJ D-NyceDate of issue: 24.04.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
My Glock |
| I only live fa my muthafuckin glock |
| Put all the trust that I got up in these 17 shots |
| When I’m a die they got me feelin like I’m pac |
| I am feelin this rap shit I gotta get back to the block |
| I only live fa my muthafuckin glock |
| Put all the trust that I got up in these 17 shots |
| When I’m a die they got me feelin like I’m pac |
| I am feelin this rap shit I gotta get back to the block |
| Mama, I miss you, wish I was still stayin with ya |
| But it fucked me up when they had killed my own lil thug nigga |
| 12 smokin blunts with em, smokin humps with em |
| Missin the fuckin feelin I’m wishin I kulda talked with him |
| Started hollin «fuck life"when I Ben |
| I lost Ace, who else don’t wanna lose pen |
| Switched teams, switched places, switched sons |
| Now me and junior on them tabs and we hollin dum |
| And Big Larry been my brother to the end |
| So much shit up in the wind I’m hollin fuck, not again |
| 1st nigga in the south, that I jack with |
| In the bottom with Lil Nick hollin «we ratchet» |
| Tryin on that purp shit, I don’t fuck with dirt shit |
| Cause niggas wanna murk me Cause I got the rawest verses |
| Fuck a vest, who next? |
| nigga we bout goons |
| Back on that X with text Cause we just lost Coon |
| I only live fa my muthafuckin glock |
| Put all the trust that I got up in these 17 shots |
| When I’m a die they got me feelin like I’m pac |
| I am feelin this rap shit I gotta get back to the block |
| I only live fa my muthafuckin glock |
| Put all the trust that I got up in these 17 shots |
| When I’m a die they got me feelin like I’m pac |
| I am feelin this rap shit I gotta get back to the block |
| Now this rap shit, it got me with a headache |
| But ion say nun, I just head shake |
| My phone rang, it say I got another baby |
| I’m a sue the fuck out Trojan tryna play me like I’m crazy |
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| tryna turn me to a coffin |
| I’m shootin muthafuckas, tell yo boss that won’t no boss shit |
| You stupid muthafuckas put shit in my mama head |
| And you got her shakin and tossin in the bed |
| And these past weeks I ain’t been gettin sleep |
| I can’t leave this bitch right now gotta be a brother to Unique |
| And she just like me, she like Jordans on her feet |
| So we play with ha, acosha, tell yo mammy rest in peace |
| That’s my big homie, that’s mi nigga, no legs he still stressin |
| So when I ride with hm got both of my Smith &Wessons |
| Rest in peace Nick Sterling real goon a creepin |
| Remember wakin up, stone bars for reason |
| I only live fa my muthafuckin glock |
| Put all the trust that I got up in these 17 shots |
| When I’m a die they got me feelin like I’m pac |
| I am feelin this rap shit I gotta get back to the block |
| I only live fa my muthafuckin glock |
| Put all the trust that I got up in these 17 shots |
| When I’m a die they got me feelin like I’m pac |
| I am feelin this rap shit I gotta get back to the block |