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SAVAGE MODE II

Glock In My Lap

21 Savage & Metro Boomin Glock In My Lap - SAVAGE MODE II
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Yall niggas stop playin, nigga
Yall niggas know what the fuck goin on
Big 4L, big steppers
Big footprints, pussy
(Southside on the track, yeah)
Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy
Pussy, pussy, okay, 21
(Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
Okay, 21, okay, 21 (okay)
Okay, 21
(Metro Boomin want some more, nigga)
21, 21, 21
Big 4L, Im a member (yeah)
Leave an opp cold, like December (what?)
.45 on me, its a Kimber (and what?)
AK knockin down trees, like timber
Get your baby mama fore we bend her (21)
Hit the windshield,
not the fender (21)
Givin out smoke my agenda (21)
Throw the white flag, they surrender (pussy)
All black tux, Im a businessman (pussy)
Millionaire,
still shakin killers hand (woah)
Take the plug off and the
middle man (woah)
Spray the whole block,
I dont give a damn (woah)
Fuck a nigga bitch, Im a gentleman (21)
21, your bitch know I been the man (21)
Playin with the rock like Im Jigga man
Gotta look a nigga
in the eyes when you kill a man
Glock in my lap,
everywhere Im strapped
Most these rappers cap, I aint givin dap
Glenwood to the flat,
used to rob and trap
Money tall, Shaq, choppa bullets, splat
Chuck E. Cheese, rat,
we get rodents whacked
Way too many steppers,
I cant hold em back
Body full of scars, face full of tats
You pray on your knees, I pray to my strap
Say you want smoke,
but the fire come with it
Money on your head, nigga,
well come get it
New Kel-Tec put a hun-dun in it
Partment so sweet,
threw a honey bun in it
Keep it in the street,
I aint doin no squealin
I dont never put women in my business
Full-time rapper, I aint doin no drillin
Woah, woah,
I can make a M in my sleep (straight up)
17 breakin down a P (on God)
18 start sellin hard with Lil B
Hundred dollar three-five, a whip from D
Ridin down Glenwood, tank on E
All about the money,
I aint never smoke weed
Cool young nigga,
still take yo cheese (pussy)
Not mine, this bitch for us (21)
The gang is what I trust (straight up)
Dont argue, we dont fuss (straight up)
No talkin, he get touched (straight up)
I cant smoke my opps (on God)
Cause all my opps is dust (pussy)
He think he the battery,
we call him Elon Musk (pussy)
Open your mouth when I bust (21)
Suck me up slow, dont rush (21)
Havin threesomes is a must (Straight up)
Hit it from the back and
she cussed (on God)
I put his bitch in the Benz (21)
She used to ride on the bus (damn)
I walk around with them thigh pads (21)
But I aint got no yard rushed
Glock in my lap, everywhere Im strapped
Most these rappers cap, I aint givin dap
Glenwood to the flat, used to rob and trap
Money tall, Shaq, choppa bullets, splat
Chuck E. Cheese, rat,
we get rodents whacked
Way too many steppers,
I cant hold em back
Body full of scars, face full of tats
You pray on your knees,
I pray to my strap