Jingle Glocks

Glock in my sock, one in my pocket The hammer won't stop it The trigger finna smack it when I drop it The pistol got a pop and it's poppin' Splittin' up ya noggin My Glock'll ring a jingle to ya coffin Conscience, should probably feel guilty but that's nonsense The cents is never common if your sense is never common Often, you're in too much a rush regarding process Patience is a virtue dawg, pause it To be honest, I'm on, you're astonished and pondering thoughts While your stock's rock bottom The price of my mind, you could never even fathom The power and skill to blow up - split atom Comin' at 'em, attack like arachnid Whackin' 'till I pass out or I'm eternally flaccid Blast it, the rocket that ain't red, but it's magic Never had it? Boo hoo, that's tragic Never had it? Then come over and grab it I promise not to claim rape 'till another era passes Whacks that are classless, chaps that are assless One of 'em is full of shit, the other's just fag shit Bad habits: actin' ratchet, smackin' on an ass that's been hoppin' like a rabbit Have it - cuz shawty know I ain't wrappin' You could say I don't cap while tappin' Glock in my sock, one in my pocket The hammer won't stop it The trigger finna smack it when I drop it The pistol got a pop and it's poppin' Splittin' up ya noggin My Glock'll ring a jingle to ya coffin