GLOCK OUT!

Lyrics
[Chorus] Don't make me pull that Glock out Don't make me pull that Glock out (Pssww Pssww Pssww Pssww) Don't make me pull that Glock out Don't make me pull that Glock out [Intro] This shit is hot-hot-hot-hot-hot-hot Run make em run Run make 'em run Run make 'em run Get off, Get off, Get off Run make 'em run Yeah, you already what the fuck going on Run make 'em run Run make 'em run Run make 'em run (Aye) [Verse] My chain is wet like a mothefucking sink Smokin' this ganja got demons just stink Fucking a bitch then I'm kicking her out She sucking my dick tryna get out the clout I'm in the club with a mothefuckin' Glock Step on my Jordans and you might get shot Bitch I am crazy and I am unstable Bitch I'm in Miami I got a draco Riding this bitch like she came out the stable Sucking me up sloppy top tornado Eatin' my dick like it's corn on the cob Swore on myself I ain't swearing to God You stink at rapping boy, go get a job Christ Dillinger clean, your boyfriend a slob Nigga don't play with me, I'll kill your mom Three types of molly is what I am on You can get snort like a backwood or bong Bad little puta and she in a thong Niggas is broke Niggas is mad I spank your bitch like I'm her dad Your whole career, shit was a fade I'm in the front, these niggas last (Aye) [Chorus] Don't make me pull that Glock out Don't make me pull that Glock out (Pssww Pssww Pssww Pssww) Don't make me pull that Glock out (What) Don't make me pull that Glock out (What) (Pssww Pssww Pssww Pssww) Watch them niggas run (What) Watch them niggas run (What) Watch them niggas run (What) (Pssww Pssww Pssww Pssww) (Damn) Watch them niggas run (Damn) Watch them niggas run (What) Watch them niggas run (Pssww Pssww Pssww Pssww) Watch them niggas run (Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye) Don't make me pull that Glock out Don't make me pull that Glock out (Pssww Pssww Pssww Pssww) (Damn) Don't make me pull that Glock out (What) Don't make me pull that Glock out (Pssww Pssww Pssww Pssww)
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Credits
- Writers
- CHRIST DILLINGER