Keep My Glock lyrics

[Intro: Drego]
What up, TeeJaee? (Jose the Plug)
You know I keep my Glock
Brrt
Man
This b*tch keep sayin' I'm her baby daddy (Huh?)
Hell yeah, I'm the baby pappy (Hell yeah, hell yeah)
Boy
Man

[Verse 1: Drego]
This b*tch keep sayin' I'm her baby daddy (Huh?)
Hell yeah, I'm the baby pappy (Hell yeah, hell yeah)
Yeah, we deliver work just like Happy's
I ain't gotta switch the gears, it's automatic, boy
I just f*cked this bad-ass b*tch like the other day (Like the other day)
I'ma shoot the chopper c*cked, yeah, the other way (Brrt)
Told my migo bring the brr, yeah, ándale (Ándale)
Her ass so fat, I chokeslammed a b*tch, Undertaker
Yeah, I turnt the streets up, b*tch, Ronald Reagan (Ronald Reagan)
You ain't got the work in, dog, why you fakin'? (Why you fakin', boy?)
We 'bout to slide, this n*gga nervous, dog, why you shakin'? (Why you shakin', boy?)
I come and get you the first day, yeah, I'm impatient
I just need a Rollie, yeah, with a dab of ranch (With a dab of ranch)
My white b*tch leave the key for me under the mat
Yeah, I got a Cinnabon, b*tch, under the strap
You don't want these fifty shots shootin' at your hat
[Verse 2: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
Glock on me, a couple bands, you don't wanna make me mad
Catch a rappin'-ass n*gga, walk up on him like a fan
I got twenty on me now, look like ten 'cause it's new money
It's a broke n*gga in my hood who would kill you for a blue hundred
All the bros in the stores buyin' lead like school comin'
n*ggas just be sendin' bullets back, we really drop numbers
My dog go to the club, ain't got a bruise, but a knot comin'
I'm in a room full of hoes, ain't playin' thumps, I'm 'bout to pop somethin'
I go to the crib and watch the news, laugh at my brothers
2P just hit my phone cryin' laughin', that mean he caught a n*gga
Lookin' at me like he know me, this ain't that, I be done offed a n*gga
Ask around and they gon' tell you tucked the Glock when they saw a n*gga
I been makin' twenties in my sleep, n*ggas can't keep up
Ain't finna throw no deuces when I pull up, throw the piece up
We the n*ggas with the money, pockets bulging when you see us
My dog aimin' at heads, dream chasin', on that Meek stuff (On that Meek sh*t)