"Glock 23" lyrics

Uh, come here
Uh, come here
Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt

Uh, Glock 23
Text the guys I got a V (V)
It's time to slide, let's hit the streets (Let's hit 'em)
We catch a opp, hop out on feet (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Lil' pretty bitch, low-key a freak
She get nasty in the sheets (Woah)
I'm finna nut, bust on her cheeks (Uh)
And after that, ain't text in weeks (Fly by)
Grab the masks, it's time to creep (Creep)
We put beams right on his teeth (Grrah)
We scratchin' off in a SRT (Skrrt)
Ridin' fast, the Trackhawk Jeep (Skrrt, skrrt)
I can't get out, I'm in too deep
Blitzin' me, boy, that shit beat (Dead)
You ain't my bae, you for the streets (Streets)
I call you my sneaky link (Sneaky)
Push to start, don't need a key (Key)
Designer clothes, this shit ain't free (This ain't for free)
That lil' nigga think he me
The way he rap on every beat
Ain't text you back, lil' bitch, I'm sleep (Ah-ha)
You always think a nigga cheat (I'm not cheatin')
Like D. Wade, stay with a heat
Cook you like pork if you want beef (Bitch)