Glock In My Drawls

Lyrics

[Chorus: Kingpin Skinny Pimp] Glock-Glock in my drawls, as I walk the motherfuckin' track Hit me with some more but you don't hear me, so I split your wig Glock in my drawls, as I walk the motherfuckin' track Hit me with some more but you don't hear me, so I split your wig Glock in my drawls, Glock in my drawls, as I walk the motherfuckin' track Hit me with some more but-hit me with some more but— Hit me with some— Glock-Glock in my drawls, as I walk the motherfuckin' track Suckers I be scopin', they be hopin' that they can suicide Glock in my drawls-Glock in my drawls-Glock in my— Glock in my drawls, as I walk the motherfuckin' track Hit me with some-hit me with some-hit me with some-hit me with some— Hit mе with some more but you don't hear mе, so I split your wig Glock in my drawls-Glock in my drawls-Glock in my— Glock in my drawls, as I walk the motherfuckin' track Hit me with some-hit me with some-hit me with some-hit me with some— Hit me with some more but you don't hear me, so I split your wig [Verse 1: Kingpin Skinny Pimp] Rollin' Triple 6 Mafia, gin and juice we cockin' the Twelve when the ana' strikes, dynamite, good nighty-night North Memphis niggas packin' tones, busters step to me, it's on Shoot on a trick when I'm thick Slick, ain't got no sorrow, bitch Full of that hay, Pimps don't play, ho, I'm on that fuckin' Bomb Niggas don't fuck with the Mack 'cause I blast seventeen shot clips at your ass [Verse 2: Lil Gin] I'm holdin', while niggas I'm foldin', upon them hundreds Of dollars, I'm makin' 'em holler Them bitches swallow The gauge, if I'm not paid, that means I make No money, no, it ain't funny, that means I blaze The barrel, the buckshots scatter I watch it splatter Your guts, jump over the fence and hit the cut, bitch [Bridge: 211] You better ask, bop, bop, you buster Buckshots come to the chest, we rush ya You better ask, bop, bop, buster Buckshots come to the chest, we rush ya [Chorus: Kingpin Skinny Pimp] Suckers I be-suckers I be-suckers I be scopin', they be hopin' that they can suicide Skinny Pimp, Gangster limp, any rap you try to throw Suckers I be scopin', they be hopin' that they can suicide Skinny Pimp, Gangster limp, any rap you try to throw Suckers I be-suckers I be scopin'-suckers I be scopin'-suckers I be— Skinny Pimp, Gangster limp, any rap you try to throw Suckers I be scopin', they be hopin' that they can suicide Suckers I be scopin', they be hopin' that they can suicide [Verse 3: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & Lil Gin] Now I be on the track, with my fuckin' pistol over by the tree stump Smokin' up the skunk, I track, then jump, their pockets, got them off Runnin' niggas yards and sell bail, gin and juice been boomin' Comin' up short, feed them junkies, stomp' em Uhm, Lil' Gin shootin' in the face Steppin' up with their ho-shit, bullets in your head Then I get in the wind, ballin' clean, bumpin' Heineken Consider me crooked as fuck, I'm slick as hell, bitches run your mouth I just put a hit on you, livin' still at your mama's house Killers don't be braggin', just be scratchin' niggas off the hit-list quick That's my barrel, put down your gun, sucker, I bomb, bitch Hurt Village, Hollywood, Scutterfield, Ridgegrove, Blackhaven niggas I talk to Westwood, South Memphis killer, see many niggas in the river, fool [Outro: 211] Step up, nigga, we kill at will Take a blow to the skull, we headcutters don't kill With the Glock 17 S-H-O-T If you didn't know bitch, you better ask somebody