Glock 19 (feat. Lilm10k & Lanzzx)

Was living the ghetto now we living the life Bitch on my dick she trying to be my wife One hundred k truck I be flexing all night Nigga all talk he be starting a fight Blacked out car we be mobbing the night Getting so high we be higher than a kite Higher than the clouds we be seeing all white Pull up to the booth we be sipping the sprite Glock 19 he be seeing the light Nigga wanna talk he be seeing the sight Seeing the sight he seeing the clouds Hide his whole body we gonna make em drown Living the life we ain't living no laws Fuck all the opps we gonna do a draw Hop in the stu we hop on the song Drinking and smoking we hitting her raw Niggas all bitches niggas all pussies skirting up I be wearing a hoodie Did this before I ain't a motherfucking rookie Finger on the trigger on a Glock 19 Shooting at opps and leaving the scene Fuck with my team and I might intervene Getting so high and I might fuck your queen Dressed in all black wearing a mask like scream Knock on your door and you think its Halloween Pull up to the block and we smoking the green Me and Lanzzx about to pull out the machine Living the life we be making the dream Getting the money like a fucking routine Dressed in designer my fit be so clean Your hoe hit my line but she in for the streets Looking so goofy be giving me the creeps Sharing a four I say fuck the police Getting so high I'm feeling like peep When I wake up I might rest in peace No one really cares when you're six feet deep Look to my right and see the devil staring, please He started counting down to the end of three Let my brother Lanzzx gonna take over the beat We running the city we running the streets Dressed in all black im not to be seen Forty by my side and it came with the beam Shoot that pussy once and I put him to sleep Opps want me dead so I stay with my heat Pop me a perc I be feeling so geek I know she in love when I pop me a three Your bitch hit my line she freak in the sheets Without the money, I ain't feeling complete Fuck fake love they all for the streets Straight to the bag and I'm moving the lead Talk on the net got you knocked off your feet I slid to the studio and hopped on the beat Me and Outhill be dropping the heat Switching these mags and we passing the weed We skirting on these opps we shoot at the scene Me and Outhill be dropping the fiends Ouu dropping the fiends getting the money we getting the green Getting to the bag like a fucking routine Fucking his hoe then I pass her to the streets Hop out the coupe and i'm feel so clean Pop me some perc's and I'm sipping on lean Got me so high and I thought it was a dream Chop by my side and it came with a beam Whole team strapped and we air out the scene Getting to the bag and I puff on the weed Hop on the stu and I hop on the song Getting the money I stack it so long Fuck on your bitch and I pull on her thong Fuck all my opps and I pull out the Glock Bitch on my dick and she swallow my cock Money so long and I'm feeling like Bands Hop on the stage and I see all my fans Book me a flight then I fly to France Flex all your shit but I still got these bands Fuck on your hoe then I pass to my mans Stay with my chop and I stay with my bands Up in the stu right now with my friends Getting turned up and I'm counting up bands Me and Outhill we dropping these tracks