Glock

Lyrics

[Chorus] Ratatata TEC-9, that's what I be carryin' Ratatata TEC-9, that's what I be carryin' Ratatata TEC-9, that's what I be carryin' Ratatata TEC-9, ratatata [Verse 1: 304] Creeping up on you niggas with the Glock up to your head You better be with your boys before you end up dead ´Cause I´m not begging, not slacking up Just robbing and shoot ´em up Nigga that be talking shit killed I don´t give a fuck Scoping out my mind with the Glock in my hand Aimed dead at his brain just to leave a blood stain Ridin´ in the car, hit the lights with the gun out Get face down on the ground, then you will hear a shout From a nigga that I shot dead on the fucking spot Then I get the weapon my Glock fool then I go pop [Chorus] Ratatata TEC-9, that's what I be carryin' Ratatata TEC-9, that's what I be carryin' Ratatata TEC-9, that's what I be carryin' Ratatata TEC-9, ratatata, ratatata [Verse 2: 304] Comin´ on the same looking mean at this stupid trick 304 better OG run these nigga head to a fucking brick All that dope and green that a real young nigga gack From these trick ass niggas who was standing on the dope track Gotta get it gotta have it so drop it off and gimme some ´Cause notorious 304 putting them niggas on the run Gotta get your cash or your ass, nigga, you won´t last ´Cause I´ma hit you tricks with a lick of the mega blast And 304 will never fall into a dirty bitch ´Cause if she talks, shit, I´ll whoop her ass with the Glock trick [Chorus] Ratatata TEC-9, that's what I be carryin' Ratatata TEC-9, that's what I be carryin' Ratatata TEC-9, that's what I be carryin' Ratatata TEC-9, ratatata [Verse 3: 304] People say "304 stands for a fucking hoe" But I can´t tell trick ´cause I'm all about that peteroll Ready to get them thangs from the niggas that had a stain With the Teflon, yeah, bitch to his fucking brain Ready for a homicide, so I jump up in the ride Nigga, I´m still alive ´cause I did a do or die Never feel guilty if I do, then it'll kill me ´Cause I have no remorse and yo nigga that´s how I kill G Out on my damn own, so that´s why I pack a tone Gotta get my serve on, yeah, in the early morning With my Gl-izz-ock pi-zz-ock better trick who wanna run a fool ´Cause of the nigga named 304 creepin´ on tricks because you know I´m smooth [Chorus] Ratatata TEC-9, that's what I be carryin' Ratatata TEC-9, that's what I be carryin' Ratatata TEC-9, that's what I be carryin' Ratatata TEC-9, ratatata, ratatata [Verse 4: Tommy Wright III] I´m just a Glock toting gangsta from a Glock packing city Full of Glock shots niggas with their fingers on the trigger Tommy Wright a nigga that never leaves the house without the Glock I used to run but now it done got to where I pop at the cops Drop goes a nigga if he´s creepin´ through my section Smith and Wesson on his ass ready to blast in his direction Ain´t no love, ain´t no scope, use my Glock to rob you for your dough Hate to be low on ends, that´s why my Glock is my friend Buck ´em down, buck ´em down, especially on these crooked cops And these narcs see the feet but the Glock is under the seat Waitin´ for these tricks to yank me out my car and start the loking But they see that I don´t be joking when they see the Glock is smoking So this my sidekick my righthand man understand In a battle with my Glock, nigga, I got the upper hand Back in every since a child got a new and a nine deuce Nigga say he´s strapped, fuck you, bitch, I got a nine too Instigators, perpetrators, only snitches, even bitches, robbers, mobbers, skantches and wrenches Never underestimate a nigga that look weak Ability to scrap, plus my Glock equals six feet deep [Chorus] Ratatata TEC-9, that's what I be carryin' Ratatata TEC-9, that's what I be carryin' Ratatata TEC-9, that's what I be carryin' Ratatata TEC-9, that's what I be carryin' Ratatata TEC-9, that's what I be carryin' Ratatata TEC-9, that's what I be carryin' Ratatata TEC-9, that's what I be carryin' Ratatata TEC-9, that's what I be carryin' Rata,ratatata