Miss My Glock 26 lyrics

[Chorus]
Damn, I miss my Glock 26 like I miss my b*tch
On my first kill I confirmed the kill
That b*tch shot ‘til it clicked
They like “damn, his sh*t don't jam?”
Got clapped with the stick
Why the f*ck n*gga flipped?
Pull up and drop sh*t, n*gga I drop shells
n*gga better not, know Lil Tony’ll blitz
I like to push up on sh*t early
We got cod guns like resurgence
Put a scalper on my pap
And now they think lil' T a surgeon
Okay, I did you what I did
Now I can't lie, I ain’t the same
I used to load up work that fye
I'm talkin' ‘bout go hard in the paint

[Verse]
I heard that n*gga ass want me dead
We smoked his ass, we turned him dank
This broke ass b*tch all on my di*k
‘Cause I do what her n*gga can't
I'm a rich n*gga, I'll break the bank
I'll drop the shеlls and move this weight
f*ck a b*tch go get this papе
I got a play, I can't be late
Twin got drop drop, work that Drac
Took his Glock box and his cake
Uh uh b*tch, I don’t wanna f*ck, get out my face
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I’m just a young n*gga hustlin', gettin’ this cake
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You see that young n*gga bustlin'
Shoot him in the face, yeah, yeah, yeah
Dead n*gga no teeth, that's a closed case
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Heard a n*gga went east, he can't get away
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Don’t got no money on me, boy that sh*t in the safe
Yeah, yeah, yeah
When he walked up on that boy he faced him
Took his head off
Even though my n*gga still alive that mean he dead now
I been doin' sh*t that n*ggas can't do dodgin' fed time
Rep this Pcf, might get it tatted on my hairline
Ken done caught a body, he a b*tch from all that jail time
n*gga better not catch you cross the red line
That's a headshot, n*gga caught a red dot
I pulled up drop shots, now these n*ggas scared now
Nah don't get scared now, you's a gangster
Hold yo' head high, shoot back n*gga
We dissin' now he wit' Tupac n*gga
Can't lack I got 2 Glocks n*gga
Why n*ggas lyin' like I ain't got
Why these n*ggas lyin', boy you ain't shot n*gga
n*gga ask my brothers, they know how I get down
For the rap really pop pistols
I'm talkin' 'bout just up the Glock get him
Young n*gga breadwinner block spinner
[Chorus]
Damn, I miss my Glock 26 like I miss my b*tch
On my first kill I confirmed the kill
That b*tch shot ‘til it clicked
They like “damn, his sh*t don't jam?”
Got clapped with the stick
Why the f*ck n*gga flipped?
Pull up and drop sh*t, n*gga I drop shells
n*gga better not, know Lil Tony'll blitz
I like to push up on sh*t early
We got cod guns like resurgence
Put a scalper on my pap
And now they think lil' T a surgeon
Okay, I did you what I did
Now I can't lie, I ain't the same
I used to load up work that fye
I'm talkin' ‘bout go hard in the paint

[Outro]
(I heard that n*gga ass want me dead)
(We smoked his ass, we turned him dank)
(This broke ass b*tch all on my di*k)
(‘Cause I do what her n*gga can't)
(I'm a rich n*gga, I'll break the bank)
(I'll drop the shells and move this weight)
(f*ck a b*tch go get this pape)
(I got a play, I can't be late)