Glock 23

[Intro]
Uh, come here
Uh, come here
Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt

[Verse]
Uh, Glock 23
Text the guys I got a V (V)
It's time to slide, let's hit the streets (Let's hit 'em)
We catch a opp, hop out on feet (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Lil' pretty bitch, low-key a freak
She get nasty in the sheets (Woah)
I'm finna nut, bust on her cheeks (Uh)
And after that, ain't text in weeks (Bye-bye)
Grab the masks, it's time to creep (Creep)
We put beams right on his teeth (Grrah)
We scratchin' off in a SRT (Skrrt)
Ridin' fast, the Trackhawk Jeep (Skrrt, skrrt)
I can't get out, I'm in too deep
Blitzin' me, boy, that shit beat (Dead)
You ain't my bae, you for the streets (Streets)
I call you my sneaky link (Sneaky)
Push to start, don't need a key (Key)
Designer clothes, this shit ain't free (This ain't for free)
That lil' nigga think he me
The way he rap on every beat (Ah-ha)
Ain't text you back, lil' bitch, I'm sleep
You always think a nigga cheat (I'm not cheatin')
Like D. Wade, stay with a heat
Cook you like pork if you want beef (Bitch)