My Glock - DJ D-Nyce, Lil Phat

I only live fa my muthafuckin glock

Put all the trust that I got up in these 17 shots

When I’m a die they got me feelin like I’m pac

I am feelin this rap shit I gotta get back to the block

I only live fa my muthafuckin glock

Put all the trust that I got up in these 17 shots

When I’m a die they got me feelin like I’m pac

I am feelin this rap shit I gotta get back to the block

Mama, I miss you, wish I was still stayin with ya

But it fucked me up when they had killed my own lil thug nigga

12 smokin blunts with em, smokin humps with em

Missin the fuckin feelin I’m wishin I kulda talked with him

Started hollin «fuck life"when I Ben

I lost Ace, who else don’t wanna lose pen

Switched teams, switched places, switched sons

Now me and junior on them tabs and we hollin dum

And Big Larry been my brother to the end

So much shit up in the wind I’m hollin fuck, not again

1st nigga in the south, that I jack with

In the bottom with Lil Nick hollin «we ratchet»

Tryin on that purp shit, I don’t fuck with dirt shit

Cause niggas wanna murk me Cause I got the rawest verses

Fuck a vest, who next?

nigga we bout goons

Back on that X with text Cause we just lost Coon

I only live fa my muthafuckin glock

Put all the trust that I got up in these 17 shots

When I’m a die they got me feelin like I’m pac

I am feelin this rap shit I gotta get back to the block

I only live fa my muthafuckin glock

Put all the trust that I got up in these 17 shots

When I’m a die they got me feelin like I’m pac

I am feelin this rap shit I gotta get back to the block

Now this rap shit, it got me with a headache

But ion say nun, I just head shake

My phone rang, it say I got another baby

I’m a sue the fuck out Trojan tryna play me like I’m crazy

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tryna turn me to a coffin

I’m shootin muthafuckas, tell yo boss that won’t no boss shit

You stupid muthafuckas put shit in my mama head

And you got her shakin and tossin in the bed

And these past weeks I ain’t been gettin sleep

I can’t leave this bitch right now gotta be a brother to Unique

And she just like me, she like Jordans on her feet

So we play with ha, acosha, tell yo mammy rest in peace

That’s my big homie, that’s mi nigga, no legs he still stressin

So when I ride with hm got both of my Smith &Wessons

Rest in peace Nick Sterling real goon a creepin

Remember wakin up, stone bars for reason

I only live fa my muthafuckin glock

Put all the trust that I got up in these 17 shots

When I’m a die they got me feelin like I’m pac

I am feelin this rap shit I gotta get back to the block

I only live fa my muthafuckin glock

Put all the trust that I got up in these 17 shots

When I’m a die they got me feelin like I’m pac

I am feelin this rap shit I gotta get back to the block