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letra de keeping a glock - ldn records

-what is it uh trippy-
[hook mano]
n-ggas console compact
s.o.s tatted all on my back
catch i’m black and we pull up with a strap
with my brothers and we stake h-lla stacks
chilling deep at the spot smash p-ss hit deep on a thot
flashback, ’til the heat on the yacht
backpack where i’m keeping the glock

[verse 1 -mano-]
pocket rocket got the mufacka strap
b-tches sucking taking shots from the back
keep a stick in public mic and catching you lackin’
and these n-ggas bluffing, blast ’em back to the past
n-ggas talk about money i’m making it
with your b-tch and her -ss, she was shaking it
any place smash like this sh-t is vibranium
them chasing my feet because this sh-t so i play with them
i’m rippin’ and dippin’, i got the mop and i’m grippin’
she’s on my d-ck and you’re kissing her
and all these commands they glisten
she eat it up like it’s chicken and all these n-ggas are snitchin’
and if you follow my n-ggas i swear your -ss’ll go missin’
i’m spittin’ bars at the top and these n-ggas fakin’, they floppin’
and if they playing with this and with it yes we’re not options
that i don’t follow volcanoes you know the glizzy is popping
your b-tches beam i mean you know these b-tches be topping

[hook -mano-]
n-ggas console compact
s.o.s tatted all on my back
catch i’m black and we pull up with a strap
with my brothers and we stake h-lla stacks
chilling deep at the spot smash p-ss hit deep on a thot
flashback till the heat on the yacht
backpack where i’m keeping the glock

[verse 2 -kye clayton-]
keeping the glock back in the day keeping cracking this out
n-ggas know that i ain’t never gon’ flop
i’ma do it for the haters that stop
if i ever get stuck in a jam
all of my n-ggas pull up, let it blam
hopefully you’re gon’, doorjamb in your hand
[?], flex ’cause i can, y’all b-tches scams
i’m with all my bros, we stacking the money like obj
i see these n-ggas getting close
i tell my dog let it blow (pow pow)
people say that i’m woke
puffing gas never gross
won’t see me sell c0ke
fifty-cal with the scope (pow pow)

[verse 3 -draco-]
i’m keeping the glock
run up in that b-tch, you get popped
bodies droppin’
freed all my n-ggas that stuck in the [?]
let’s see can we run up them bands
take your b-tch, p-ss her the fan
[?] b-tches get shot where they stand
lemme just p-ss it to my mans
just startin’ out, these b-tches our fan’s (fan fan)

[verse 4 -nuna-]
my n-ggas is poppin body is droppin
drawers from [?], my n-ggas we got it
polo, [?] your body stop floppin
camo jacket, you know that i copped it
i’m with draco, we in the car
we never lackin’, so try and pull off
your b-tch she know that i’m tough
she heat up my line, i’m tryna f-ck (tryna f-ck)

- ldn records

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