Ar-Ab - Glock 9 lyrics

Bad b**h in my bed while I count 80 When I'm done, she gonna bite it like she gat rabbies I bring it to your house, about my [..] 30 shots, I throw em like Tom Brady Hermes belt cost a clean stack I'll be riding dirty with a clean mack The block dead, pop corn when the fiend back They shot me, them n***as dead and I mean that I have my n***as come with the big mack I'm about to break a brick like a kit kat It's time to clean the dust off the AK You n***as only ball on pay day I need the connect and then he turn prey I make them see God, he ain't even pray 10 pain pills and a cup of lean I remember days I had to f** a fiend Other than my money, ain't nothing change Bad b**h s**ing till they bust a fame Your white child bite it like a Pit Bull I make her eat dick till she get full I am in the candor and the beat playing Flat screens on the wall and the heat playing My crack house run like a relay I was shooting parties up, you was D J'ing You need a b**h, buy roses I need b**h to make a whole brick Grey hound bus on a road trip Glock 9 gat a stick like Moses A hundred benjamins, thats 10 racks Drop a clean dot, bring 10 back Taking percocets with a tinzats And mother f** your life, I'll end that My n***a over country, about to send that It don't cook right, so I send it back 4 4 bullets in a dirty harry Slide through your block and it's bloody mary Had a couple a friends, them I cut them off Stick your hands out, I'mma cut them off Club full of holes I'd probably f** them all I ain't gonna lie, probably f** them raw He smocking reggie, trying to vibe him up My sh** loud, two pulls have you high as f** I heard your plug about to buy a truck He don't know later on I'mma tie him up I lost a f**ing drug cases, I couln't beat it But when it comes to murderours, I'm undefeated Keep a hundred clean, in my house Tell my b**h shut up, I'm losing my count I gave the work back, it's losing the ounce Or I might hit him with the Rug, then I'm out Ahh! The clip like a freesbie Pull up, hit your baby mom with a wiggy Ahh! The mack cost 60 Ride around with it, like they slipped me a micky You can't tell me sh** You talk about bricks, n***a sell me sticks Uhh! I'll scout my sh** I'll be a millionaire if I sell my dick One day I hope to make it to the big screen Until then I'm breaking bricks down the 16 16 shots, that's half brick I make her stuff her p**y with half a brick You love the way I talk Her p**y all wet I f**ed her one time, I ain't call her yet 50 stacks, that's for small bit I'm in the club throwing [...] like [...] I don't bring cash, spent it on consignment Just bought a new [...] I'm in the hood, chain on, white diamonds Hands on iron, imagine me turkey mining