WALKIN' MY GLOCK

Hand in my pants and I'm grabbing my Glock Get it you know that I'm aiming it thoroughly Getting a bullet sending it straight through your head Make your brain look like melted McFlurry Walking my Glock like a dog on a leash and if it sees a bitch then that boy gonna bark Pick at your crust trying to get to ya filling Put heat in a bitch get 'em popped like a tart Both Both Both Both Both of my balls swing like grandfather clocks But with no L because I'm never taking those All of my songs some fighting game combos Hit after hit little bitch cause I'm making those I got your mom and she down on her knees And she cupping her hands just to give me fellatio You talking shit all over twitter But I say that you suck and your comment gets ratiod I mix addictive shit Take a sip of it I take initiative And kill ya squad So ridiculous How I'm hitting this Saint like Nicholas I'm a God My moves meticulous When I'm ripping it You talk ventriloquist Like a fraud You bitches impotent My flow is villainous My power limitless Going hard You ain't rapping shit this tight Smoke you rappers out crack pipes You can never shine this bright Now you all salt bitch stalagmite Every single mother fucker wanna come and get it Bitch i'm hanging from the ceiling like a mother fucking menace Little bitch I cop a jet then I fly right out to Venice Then a choke a little hoe until they purple just like they Grimace like I just hit that (uh) Gotta give them whiplash (uh) Then I gotta split fast (uh) Little bitch had to get my fucking lick back (uh) My gun honk shoo I call that a Glock coma Can't see you getting any bit closer You got a small amount of green ya shit look like Yoda Little motherfucker getting popped just like a soda Hand in my pants and I'm grabbing my Glock Get it you know that I'm aiming it thoroughly Getting a bullet sending it straight through your head Make your brain look like melted McFlurry Walking my Glock like a dog on a leash and if it sees a bitch then that boy gonna bark Pick at your crust trying to get to ya filling Put heat in a bitch get 'em popped get 'em popped Hand in my pants and I'm grabbing my Glock (Glock) Get it you know that I'm aiming it aiming it Getting a bullet sending it straight through your head Make your brain look like (double gulp cup) Walking my Glock like a dog on a leash and if it sees a bitch then that boy gonna bark Pick at your crust trying to get to ya filling Put heat in a bitch get 'em popped like a tart (pussy)