Keep My Glock

Lyrics

[Intro: Drego] What up, TeeJaee? (Jose the Plug) You know I keep my Glock Brrt Man This bitch keep sayin' I'm her baby daddy (Huh?) Hell yeah, I'm the baby pappy (Hell yeah, hell yeah) Boy Man [Verse 1: Drego] This bitch keep sayin' I'm her baby daddy (Huh?) Hell yeah, I'm the baby pappy (Hell yeah, hell yeah) Yeah, we deliver work just like Happy's I ain't gotta switch the gears, it's automatic, boy I just fucked this bad-ass bitch like the other day (Like the other day) I'ma shoot the chopper cocked, yeah, the other way (Brrt) Told my migo bring the brr, yeah, ándale (Ándale) Her ass so fat, I chokeslammed a bitch, Undertaker Yeah, I turnt the streets up, bitch, Ronald Reagan (Ronald Reagan) You ain't got the work in, dog, why you fakin'? (Why you fakin', boy?) We 'bout to slide, this nigga nervous, dog, why you shakin'? (Why you shakin', boy?) I come and get you the first day, yeah, I'm impatient I just need a Rollie, yeah, with a dab of ranch (With a dab of ranch) My white bitch leave the key for me under the mat Yeah, I got a Cinnabon, bitch, under the strap You don't want these fifty shots shootin' at your hat [Verse 2: GlockBoyz TeeJaee] Glock on me, a couple bands, you don't wanna make me mad Catch a rappin'-ass nigga, walk up on him like a fan I got twenty on me now, look like ten 'cause it's new money It's a broke nigga in my hood who would kill you for a blue hundred All the bros in the stores buyin' lead like school comin' Niggas just be sendin' bullets back, we really drop numbers My dog go to the club, ain't got a bruise, but a knot comin' I'm in a room full of hoes, ain't playin' thumps, I'm 'bout to pop somethin' I go to the crib and watch the news, laugh at my brothers 2P just hit my phone cryin' laughin', that mean he caught a nigga Lookin' at me like he know me, this ain't that, I be done offed a nigga Ask around and they gon' tell you tucked the Glock when they saw a nigga I been makin' twenties in my sleep, niggas can't keep up Ain't finna throw no deuces when I pull up, throw the piece up We the niggas with the money, pockets bulging when you see us My dog aimin' at heads, dream chasin', on that Meek stuff (On that Meek shit)