"Glock 21" lyrics
(Ay) Bitch, when they see a pimp they like, "ugh"
If you ain't got no money for me, baby I won't budge
I ain't fuckin' with the club even though they show me love
I ain't 21 but my glizzy said I was
In the party I can't dance, I got .40 in my pants
Got her twerkin' on my man, she keep sayin' this her jam
In the party I can't dance, I got .40 in my pants
Got her twerkin' on my man, she keep sayin' this her jam
I got big bands, big knots
30 when that stick drop
Got more money than him but I still take his wristwatch
She hate it when I be flippin' out in public, now my bitch hot
If I don't get no pussy when we home then I'ma kick rocks
Bitch please, I'm like gone, don't rock VLONE, I'll break yo' phone
Yeah I'm Kony, I ain't Kon, your knees all showin'
Them is jean shorts, boy, what the fuck goin' on?
I been runnin' through these bands, gettin' Nike checks
You wear Elite socks still, them is not the wet, boy
If you try to kill me, better do your best, boy
My shots impress, boy, I'll beat yo' chest, boy
Come home, wonder why your sheets is wet
I never pass on neck
"Your throat weak? Wanna bet?"
Damn, I'm only fuckin' you, but I can't put it on the set
Bitch please, say less unless you slid to the neck
Tell your best friend, fuck it, we get drunk and fuck
There's two of y'all, I'm just sayin', we gon' fuck or what?
You got the drop on us? (Ooo) You better come and bust
Why the fuck I'm finna leave? We got a K up in the clutch
Like what's poppin', cuz?
What's brackin', blood?
Niggas want war but they slappin' us
(Ay) We ain't scared of nothin', in them gats we trust
All these suckas is my sons, so I should pack they lunch
I'm finna pack and point the .40, shoot whoever runnin' up
Havin' problems with my shorty, I don't think we fuck enough
Geekin' had me sippin' syrup, I was sleepin' in my cup
None of we froze up, touch yo' mama, I'ma bust
Said I ain't give her nothin' but I do her well
Life fucked up 'cause I spent my youth in jail
Come and slip inside the pussy if it ain't no smell
Won't do attempt no hommies, you should have no bail
(Ay) Bitch, when they see a pimp they like, "ugh"
If you ain't got no money for me, baby I won't budge
I ain't fuckin' with the club even though they show me love
I ain't 21 but my glizzy said I was
In the party I can't dance, I got .40 in my pants
Got her twerkin' on my man, she keep sayin' this her jam
In the party I can't dance, I got .40 in my pants
Got her twerkin' on my man, she keep sayin' this her jam
If you ain't got no money for me, baby I won't budge
I ain't fuckin' with the club even though they show me love
I ain't 21 but my glizzy said I was
In the party I can't dance, I got .40 in my pants
Got her twerkin' on my man, she keep sayin' this her jam
In the party I can't dance, I got .40 in my pants
Got her twerkin' on my man, she keep sayin' this her jam
I got big bands, big knots
30 when that stick drop
Got more money than him but I still take his wristwatch
She hate it when I be flippin' out in public, now my bitch hot
If I don't get no pussy when we home then I'ma kick rocks
Bitch please, I'm like gone, don't rock VLONE, I'll break yo' phone
Yeah I'm Kony, I ain't Kon, your knees all showin'
Them is jean shorts, boy, what the fuck goin' on?
I been runnin' through these bands, gettin' Nike checks
You wear Elite socks still, them is not the wet, boy
If you try to kill me, better do your best, boy
My shots impress, boy, I'll beat yo' chest, boy
Come home, wonder why your sheets is wet
I never pass on neck
"Your throat weak? Wanna bet?"
Damn, I'm only fuckin' you, but I can't put it on the set
Bitch please, say less unless you slid to the neck
Tell your best friend, fuck it, we get drunk and fuck
There's two of y'all, I'm just sayin', we gon' fuck or what?
You got the drop on us? (Ooo) You better come and bust
Why the fuck I'm finna leave? We got a K up in the clutch
Like what's poppin', cuz?
What's brackin', blood?
Niggas want war but they slappin' us
(Ay) We ain't scared of nothin', in them gats we trust
All these suckas is my sons, so I should pack they lunch
I'm finna pack and point the .40, shoot whoever runnin' up
Havin' problems with my shorty, I don't think we fuck enough
Geekin' had me sippin' syrup, I was sleepin' in my cup
None of we froze up, touch yo' mama, I'ma bust
Said I ain't give her nothin' but I do her well
Life fucked up 'cause I spent my youth in jail
Come and slip inside the pussy if it ain't no smell
Won't do attempt no hommies, you should have no bail
(Ay) Bitch, when they see a pimp they like, "ugh"
If you ain't got no money for me, baby I won't budge
I ain't fuckin' with the club even though they show me love
I ain't 21 but my glizzy said I was
In the party I can't dance, I got .40 in my pants
Got her twerkin' on my man, she keep sayin' this her jam
In the party I can't dance, I got .40 in my pants
Got her twerkin' on my man, she keep sayin' this her jam
