"GloveBox" lyrics

I'm getting it jumping and bumping I got that pistol in the glove box
Ready to get to busting and dumping I'm in the mud clot
Hold up oh oh pick for ya, pull that bitch trigger and then we dip on em
I'm ready to tear em, the devil is riding right with me to battle I'm bout to go slamming them gavels and moving cold in the phantom
I highly doubt that you got love for me
My weapon it always keeps me company

I be the wrecking ball
Shaking and breaking the rest involved
Fuck what you thinking I'm better than y'all
The best of all
Time, the graveyard veteran oh
Twisting fast, flicking ash
Making some dollars and make it last
Life is fast, death is slow
The reaper is reaping, I'm coming down
Out, hit the sound, blades pimping downtown
Get the team another round
Cheers to us for holding it down
Diamonds in my pinky ring
Charge it to the fucking game
All you pussies imitate
I came back to set it straight
Rolling up grip on my Glock 9
I get so high that I stop time
Send me the addy I'll drop mine
Changing the game every time that I rhyme
Kicking it thinkin it's bout time
Pick em up put em on up in the sky
Listen up I go with one at a time
Fuck with the team and I promise you die
Riding around, smoking the pound
-I feel like I'm in a different world-
Fucking around, we laying it down
-Fuck it and pick up a different girl-

I like to keep my pimping A1
See we been silent ever since day one
Backroads calling me I gotta go back