Truble T DaGator - Glock Out

Yea yea it's mob it's mob ni**a
It's mob Moooob ni**a
Yea it's just funny cause' you already know how I'ma pull up

Verse 1:
Pull up on that ni**a with the glock out Mob I'ma show em' how we rock out/32 clear the whole block out make a ni**a wish he never dropped out

Pull up on that ni**a with the Draco f*** boy know you better lay low/100 round make a ni**a stay low it ain't over nothing but the pesos

Ni**a want beef shawty too real fry a nigga up with the blue steel/Catch em' with a 1 2 need a new grill ICU blue cross blue shield

I see me sittin' in a Duty watching movies getting head while I'm grabbing on her booty/With the glock in my hand that tooly just in case a ni**a think he wanna do me

I'm a problem that's what these ni**az don't understand 50 K wrapped in rubberbands/Stash box in another land graduated to the sand man

Put a b**** to sleep like V E T hit her from the back C D V/All rubbers been accounted for 12 pack only 6 99 down the street at the corner store

Save yourself a visit to the local clinic swear to Yah bruh I ain't even with it/I'm just tryin to hit it quit it that's the mission goal line and I see no competition

Ball through her uprights it's good/Drop top on the way to the hood

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Verse 2:
Money talk bull**** walk a million miles/Wrong number if you trying to dial all that cappin' really cramping my style

I been doin this sh** here for a while you don't like it ni**a pull up and pow/Mr. Bigg I'ma take it to trial body a ni**a and leave em' in wow whoa

I really gwop off the coke 40 glock to your throat/Make you dissapear in smoke like a magician and sh** I get him missing and sh**

Sign the petition and sh** no fu** ni**az rich all my ni**az hittin licks/Checks adding up quick think I'll go buy me a brick

I got majority fooled wasn't the coke it's the food/That's how I really kaboomed quarter mill in a quarter

Half a mill up for order whole mill will distort her make Facebook report her/I got upset with amigo he say he ran out of Kilos I should report him to Vigo

Get him whacked for the L O but I'm not that type of fellow/Told him pull up in the ghetto red bone play the cello well really she was yellow

Hopped out with some metal she was on another level/Told me she needed a scale told her grab it out the bail

Told me ni**a get the scale I told her shawty you hell/Shooters circle around the block both eyes on the glock

Migo holla it's ok walking up with a K/I'm like ni**a where the work last pack I'ma twerk

He say I know man you famous I said nah but I'm dangerous/Like how I switch up the cadence fast money gave me patience

Guns taller than a midget keep them in touch like a widget/I'm just protecting my digits head spinning like a fidget bi*** I swear I gotta get it

Mob tend to Mob business all soldiers got extensions/Weight of the world on my shoulders heart colder and colder

Wake me up when it's over make me a human again/I'd appreciate a friend real ni**a to the end that's the only way to win

I been keeping sh** 100 see you ni**az at the summit/Been there did it done it Feds came a ni**a plummet

Now I'm trying to get it back still got freedom in tact/Ya'll rap ni**az wack never ever had a pack

Make way for an Artist real life I'm recording

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