Brae Breezy - If I Aint Got My Glock

He say he a gator, then he gon' get some gator aid
Lotta niggas just talk, lotta niggas ain't bout that shit
Fuck niggas be hating, about a bitch I ain't wanna hit
He say he a gangster and my DM's, man you fraudulent
SRT's befast, ohh the cops yeah we dodging it
I ain't popping out if I ain't got my Glock
7.62's, pop that pussy out his sock
Bro em told me niggas tripping, pull up right up to they block
And we go Glock for Glock, I'm tryna get paid up in this bitch
Yeah be up after top, yeah he mad about a bitch
But who cares, I'm finna fuck anyway
I'm a cool young nigga, finna get rich just like any day
She say she love me, but I told her you can't call me bae
We be ridin' with it, 40 Glocks, you know we love to spray
Don't call my phone if you got some problems
Cause I'm not gon' answer, cross a nigga up like AI
Like Reebok got the answer, said she wanna be my favorite ho
But I got me a dancer, thick bitch, and she throw that ass I think that she a cancer
She got in her feelings when I told her I don't care a lot
You're a rapstar, a nigga feel just like I'm Capalot
How you gon' get mad when I don't fuck with you
Was you in that sandbox? Nope, so we can't fuck with you
I ain't popping out if I ain't got my Glock
7.62's, pop that pussy out his sock
Bro em told me niggas tripping, pull up right up to they block
And we go Glock for Glock, I'm tryna get paid up in this bitch
And be up at the top, I don't do too much, these bitches love to talk
But I just keep it low, brow skin, yeah she hella bad, she look like Rubi Rose
Yeah I like the diamonds but I might just get my dental gold
Getting to that green, I count it up and then I hit the road
Ay, he said he want action, I'm a pimp his hoe
Yeah you know that I'm Big Mac'in, no McDonald's nigga
I know niggas, pull up to yo block, get to splacky niggas
5.56's, pop him out his hat, get to wacky nigga
My niggas be posted in that trap, serving p's nigga
Don't know nothing else, cause I grew up around some p's nigga
You a pussy boy, get your ass robbed by my thieves nigga
We gon' hit your mans, put that boy right on the tee nigga
And pop it now, if I ain't got my Glock
7.62's, pop that pussy out his sock
Bro em told me niggas tripping, pull up right up to they block
And we go Glock for Glock, I'm tryna get paid up in this bitch
Yeah be up at the top, hey, fuck a nigga talm bout
Walk a nigga down, yeah, right before we walk out
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
TMG, nigga
Brr, brr

Written by:
Braedon Britton

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