Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 45 and a Glock 9, artist - Luh SoldierDate of issue: 11.10.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
45 and a Glock 9 |
| Four-fives and them Glock-9's, I been totin' shit since I was 12 |
| I just got out of the county and I was fucked up so I couldn’t make a bail |
| My mama told me to go get it lil' nigga and I got this shit out the trap |
| I need me a bed in the booth, traded sleep for success so I can’t take a nap |
| Fuck it, I need all the profit, bitch eat up the lingo, you learnin' the |
| language |
| My auntie told me that I’m next, ain’t no way I can fall so you know I’ma claim |
| it |
| I got this shit out the mud, I wasn’t askin' for help, got this shit on my own |
| These labels keep throwin' me deals but it won’t be a problem 'cause I’m in my |
| zone, yeah |
| Soldier gon' eat up the beat while I"m smokin a 'Wood, put that bitch in my |
| face, yeah |
| Niggas be pussy for real and he said it was up so I caught me a case, yeah |
| I’ma go bust me a move dawg, I’m feelin' like fuck it, I really don’t care, yeah |
| I’m feelin' like Al Capone, bitch if you want smoke then put it in the air, yeah |
| I’m kickin' big shit with the smokers, I’m out in your city if you lookin' for |
| me, yeah |
| I’ma pull up with the Glock-24 and I’m clutchin' that bitch like I’m Kobe |
| Thirty shots, bitch I’m feelin' like Curry, yeah |
| I’m in LA like I’m Worthy, yeah |
| I had to quit fuckin' with niggas |
| 'Cause niggas be fake and these niggas be dirty (Damn) |
| I been in this shit for some years (Okay) |
| I do not vibe with queers (For real) |
| I’ma roll up me a blunt, me and bruh in the city and we changin' gears, fuck it |
| Trap it out, bitch 'cause I need it (Yeah) |
| I gotta take care of my people (Yeah) |
| I’m movin' big shit out the house |
| Got them folks lookin' for me, they think it’s illegal, yeah |
| Four-fives and them Glock-9's, I been totin' shit since I was 12 |
| I just got out of the county and I was fucked up so I couldn’t make a bail |
| My mama told me to go get it lil' nigga and I got this shit out the trap |
| I need me a bed in the booth, traded sleep for success so I can’t take a nap |
| We get the pack through the mail |
| Pull up at the trap, we stay catchin' them sales |
| Scopin' the block, gotta watch out for 12 |
| Shit get hot, know the feds on my trail |
| Real gas pack, can’t get rid of the smell |
| Bitch niggas rat, yeah they be quick to tell |
| Pussy you play, you get hit with some shells |
| I come out on top, no this shit never fail |
| Had to get back on my feet when I fell |
| Stand on they chest, I be givin' 'em hell |
| This for my niggas who locked in that cell |
| I can eyeball, I don’t need no scale |
| Sippin' on mud, movin' slow like a snail |
| High as a bitch, right now I can’t spell |
| Boy you a bitch, go polish your nails |
| Get slapped in your shit, in my face tryna yell |
| Fuck 'em, they say they ain’t doin' no talkin' |
| I hope they know all my niggas some shottas |
| Pull up on my block, we gon' load up them choppers |
| Let go at your top, aimin' straight for your collar |
| We come and see 'bout you since you got a problem |
| Get to the bag, fell in love with them dollars |
| Young street nigga, sue all of my rastas |
| These hoes gon' be hoes, ain’t no way you can stop 'em, yeah |
| Four-fives and them Glock-9's, I been totin' shit since I was 12 |
| I just got out of the county and I was fucked up so I couldn’t make a bail |
| My mama told me to go get it lil' nigga and I got this shit out the trap |
| I need me a bed in the booth, traded sleep for success so I can’t take a nap |
| Four-fives and them Glock-9's, I been totin' shit since I was 12 |
| I just got out of the county and I was fucked up so I couldn’t make a bail |
| My mama told me to go get it lil' nigga and I got this shit out the trap |
| I need me a bed in the booth, traded sleep for success so I can’t take a nap |