Larry June - Glock 40 lyrics

[Intro] Aye, sock it to me Damn, yeehee! Aye Oh! [Hook] Goddamn (aye!), Ohhwee (yeeeheee!) Glock 40 with the... Beam (damn!) Aye, everything ain't what it... Seem (aye-aye-aye) Glock 40 with the... Beam (sh**! Yee! YeeHee! Damn! God! YesLawd!) Glock 40 with the... Beam (Bop Bop Bop BOP! YEEEEHEEEE! sh*t!) Glock 40 with the...Beam [Verse 1: Larry June] Handguns choppers, gra** like a farmer Tuck like Osama, Smoking on Obama Juggin' in the winter, juggin' in the summer Never graduated, but i'm riding foreign I'm walking in the sand, condo in Hawaii I'm living what i'm saying, you n***as steady lyin' f** the radio, I can do without it I'm riding with the whammy, I don't trust nobody I'm the Pusherman I can get it to you Get out the p**y Chopper in the bushes Slide through the blade 2's on the six To these rap n***as I'm a father figure Riding by myself I don't need a n***a Put the heat to em like a TV dinner I'm a real n***a I can get it off Tell me what you need I can get it to you I ain't in to all that fake sh** Why the f** you speakin' on my name? Hit my phone on some groupie sh** But pillow talk to yo main thing Okay I see that you a f** n***a On my momma man these n***as b**h made Hit a p**y n***a with a switchblade Ho i'm getting money b**h 3 ways n***a YeeHee! [Hook] Goddamn (aye!), Ohhwee (yeeeheee!) Glock 40 with the... Beam (damn!) Aye, everything ain't what it... Seem (aye-aye-aye) Glock 40 with the... Beam (sh**! Yee! YeeHee! Damn! God! YesLawd!) Glock 40 with the... Beam (Bop Bop Bop BOP! YEEEEHEEEE! sh*t!) Glock 40 with the...Beam [Verse 2: Larry June] They say a n***a changed, dammit I got aim (good job Larry) 8 thousand for the paint, dammit I am paid Smoking on the finest, birkin for my bottom I like stripper b**hes, I like hoes in college I'm standing on the couches, I'm drinking out the bottle (f**!) Don't f** with broke n***as, they schemin' and they plottin' I'm not a f**in' rapper, I'm chillin' on a island I shop at whole foods, I'm really havin' guala You say you want beef but I bet you won't run up One hitter quitter I bet you get done up We all about money so this is a come-up Grind in the winter and shine in the summer Hop out the Benz and I jump in the hummer (Phew! Phew! YEEEEHEEE!) I made it safe that's a touchdown, smoke a n***a like a hookah lounge You don't wanna hear that ruger sound (goddamn) I got b**hes that'll get it now I ain't lookin' for a friend b**h Ho I need another hundred thou', I wake up early then I run a mile Hit the blunt then I'm to the trap, I turn off then I take a nap Wake up with another 50 racks! (aye, damn) [Hook] Goddamn (aye!), Ohhwee (yeeeheee!) Glock 40 with the... Beam (damn!) Aye, everything ain't what it... Seem (aye-aye-aye) Glock 40 with the... Beam (sh**! Yee! YeeHee! Damn! God! YesLawd!) Glock 40 with the... Beam (Bop Bop Bop BOP! YEEEEHEEEE! sh*t!) Glock 40 with the...Beam