42 Dugg – Glock

42 Dugg – Glock Lyrics

Artist: 42 Dugg
Song: Glock

I got a .30, on that lil’ phoney
f#ck with the gang, we go retarded
You not a boss, you just a target
f#ck all that talkin’, we get to sparkin’

I got a .30, on that lil’ phoney
f#ck with the gang, we go retarded
You not a boss, you just a target
f#ck all that talkin’, we get to sparkin’

Light that lil’ sh#t up
f#ck that lil’ b#tch up
Light your whole wrist up
Pull up and pick up

She eat the dick up
No gag, no hiccup
b#tch swallow them babies
I dare you to spit up

Got a .30 and stick and my Glock
Run up on me, you get popped
My n#gg#s they jailin’, they thuggin’ on locks
f#ck Batman, I’m robbin’, you punchin’ the clock

I’m keepin’ my heat, but I’m cold like the winter
Making plays on the block like a n#gg# a sinner
We killin’ for real, you n#gg#s pretenders
I pray to the lord because I’m a sinner

Brand new Drac’, that’s a brand new case
If a n#gg# move wrong, get hit in this b#tch
Got a big .38, that’s a first .48
If a n#gg# wanna play, then I’m ending his sh#t

I’ma send a hit and I’ma get him touched
b#tch I’m big bold, got the biggest nuts
I got two choppas, I’ma double up
Do a drive-by in the Bentley truck, yeah, yeah

Ayy, two phones on me, I’m trappin’
Get him whacked then I don’t know what happened
If a n#gg# want beef, what’s crackin’?
Pull up let a f#ck n#gg# have it

Big Drac’ knock a n#gg# out his panties
These f#ck n#gg#s can’t even stand me
And if it’s beef, I’ma handle it
I got a .30, on that lil’ phoney

f#ck with the gang, we go retarded
You not a boss, you just a target
f#ck all that talkin’, we get to sparkin’
I got a .30, on that lil’ phoney

f#ck with the gang, we go retarded
You not a boss, you just a target
f#ck all that talkin’, we get to sparkin’
Steady saggin’ my pants, but I put on that belt now

I braided my {?}
I went flooded my Rollie
My diamonds baguettes now I’m gone to infinity
I come straight from the gutter, who watch me grew up? They won’t get rid of me

I’ma stay with that burner, the minute I up, I’ma bust it at everything
Fifty shots in the Glock in the back of the Bentley
Quarter million McLaren, they can’t say that’s it’s rent
Take a shot, ain’t no runnin’ {?}

She gon’ come to my house just to see how I’m livin’
She gon’ f#ck on a n#gg#, it’s worth every penny
She gon’ try anything just to make sure I feel it
She can say anything and I’m never gon’ listen

I’m not givin’ no money whenever I’m finished
I got a .30, on that lil’ phoney
f#ck with the gang, we go retarded
You not a boss, you just a target

f#ck all that talkin’, we get to sparkin’
I got a .30, on that lil’ phoney
f#ck with the gang, we go retarded
You not a boss, you just a target

f#ck all that talkin’, we get to sparkin’
Light that lil’ sh#t up
f#ck that lil’ b#tch up
Light your whole wrist up

Pull up and pick up
She eat the dick up
No gag, no hiccup
b#tch swallow them babies

I dare you to spit up
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42 Dugg Lyrics – Glock

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From the album:
Plug Baby [Explicit]
Release Year: 2020