CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Glock 22
They ask me how I'm feelin', I lie and say, "I'm straight"
Why they take my lil' brother, he just wanted to be great
Why I be cuttin' n***as off? 'Cause they wanted to be fake
Ever since I fought a demon, I don't even say my grace
Wonder if God by my side, if he not then that's that
N***as sayin' that they dogs when they really kitty cat
We'll take over yo' city, come and get yo' city back
N***as claim that shooter sh*t but ain't made a semi clap
Had a Glock 22 wit' a live in the stick
Sh*t'll give a n***a life if I speak up on that skit
Ol' b*t*h wasn't for me shout out black freed the b*t*h
Jump in that deep end you'll be sleepin' wit' the fish
No if and's or but's this kick stand is clutch
And that n***a ain't a gangsta if he keep it in the trunk
Supposed to have it on yo' hip, if you don't then you a punk
We catch you loafin' in that whip, if you ain't got it then you skurt
B*t*h
A lot of smoke up on Instagram
But in person n***as soft they don't want the funk
But I'ma let this 50 blow 'til it's gone
P-Juice mix the Moet wit' Patron
When I get in my zone, ain't no stoppin' me
I don't shoot dice no more, get mad and rob the game
A lot of sh*t I did way before the fame
I ain't YFN Lucci, don't think it's a game
Cause a storm wit' the chop they couldn't stop the rain
They ask me who I do it for, I do it for Gang
Tutuland way deeper than you could imagine
I don't keep up wit' these n***as rock my own fashion
And I keep a two three slidin' up in traffic
Is you slidin' or you not? Ask them questions after
And I'm big out of state we ain't no local rappers
At 16 I might have been one of the biggest trappers
You can look me in my eyes and you can see the pain
I lost my uncle, lost my brother, sh*t don't feel the same
I need a b*t*h to hold my Glock and light this Mary Jane
If you ain't slidin' for yo' n***as then you very lame
In every life we gotta die so really what's the real meaning?
Lotta n***as want me gone but I'm still breathin'
Granny tellin' me slow down but I'm still drinkin'
Catch a opp broad day and I be still squeezin'
In life I had to make some choices lately I been hearin' voices
Know the devil in my head all that talkin' get annoyin'
Catch a opp I gotta shoot ain't no way I could avoid it
When I think about my brother be some times I wanna join him
Send some shots at that Kia, you be prayin' that I miss
Catch that Honda up in traffic you gon' get that b*t*h flipped
If you ain't tryna send some shots don't be talkin' like you sick
Lost my brotha to that field and I been wildin' ever since
Why they take my lil' brother, he just wanted to be great
Why I be cuttin' n***as off? 'Cause they wanted to be fake
Ever since I fought a demon, I don't even say my grace
Wonder if God by my side, if he not then that's that
N***as sayin' that they dogs when they really kitty cat
We'll take over yo' city, come and get yo' city back
N***as claim that shooter sh*t but ain't made a semi clap
Had a Glock 22 wit' a live in the stick
Sh*t'll give a n***a life if I speak up on that skit
Ol' b*t*h wasn't for me shout out black freed the b*t*h
Jump in that deep end you'll be sleepin' wit' the fish
No if and's or but's this kick stand is clutch
And that n***a ain't a gangsta if he keep it in the trunk
Supposed to have it on yo' hip, if you don't then you a punk
We catch you loafin' in that whip, if you ain't got it then you skurt
B*t*h
A lot of smoke up on Instagram
But in person n***as soft they don't want the funk
But I'ma let this 50 blow 'til it's gone
P-Juice mix the Moet wit' Patron
When I get in my zone, ain't no stoppin' me
I don't shoot dice no more, get mad and rob the game
A lot of sh*t I did way before the fame
I ain't YFN Lucci, don't think it's a game
Cause a storm wit' the chop they couldn't stop the rain
They ask me who I do it for, I do it for Gang
Tutuland way deeper than you could imagine
I don't keep up wit' these n***as rock my own fashion
And I keep a two three slidin' up in traffic
Is you slidin' or you not? Ask them questions after
And I'm big out of state we ain't no local rappers
At 16 I might have been one of the biggest trappers
You can look me in my eyes and you can see the pain
I lost my uncle, lost my brother, sh*t don't feel the same
I need a b*t*h to hold my Glock and light this Mary Jane
If you ain't slidin' for yo' n***as then you very lame
In every life we gotta die so really what's the real meaning?
Lotta n***as want me gone but I'm still breathin'
Granny tellin' me slow down but I'm still drinkin'
Catch a opp broad day and I be still squeezin'
In life I had to make some choices lately I been hearin' voices
Know the devil in my head all that talkin' get annoyin'
Catch a opp I gotta shoot ain't no way I could avoid it
When I think about my brother be some times I wanna join him
Send some shots at that Kia, you be prayin' that I miss
Catch that Honda up in traffic you gon' get that b*t*h flipped
If you ain't tryna send some shots don't be talkin' like you sick
Lost my brotha to that field and I been wildin' ever since
