GlockHouse lyrics

by

BabyDrill


[Intro]
(What it do, Flip?)
It's a Glock inside the living room, Glock inside the kitchen (Hold on)
It's a Glock inside my bedroom (Sou), Glock right by the fridge (b*tch)

[Chorus]
Glock house, come in here, get hit (Glizzy)
Brrt, brrt, gunned down, we put switch on this, huh (What that make?)
Young n*gga, hundred round, tryna hit the b*tch (Come on)
We caught 'em ten deep in the hold up, had to send a blitz (Woo)
AR knock like seven n*ggas down (Seven), b*tch, I'm new Michael Vick
They took my dog, they turned me madman, b*tch, I went John Wick (Baow, baow)
Hopped out the car and walked him down, one survived, thе other one flipped
Can't raisе a son, huh
Deadbeat (Dead), deadbeat (Dead), deadbeat (Dead), dead, huh
Deadbeat (Dead), deadbeat (Dead), deadbeat (Dead), dead
I'm in here dead, dead (Dead), dead, dead (Dead), dead, dead (Dead), dead

[Verse 1]
If you got kids, tell them you love them 'cause smoke with Drill won't make you back
Ain't none of these b*tches life snatchin' (Come on), sh*t get real out here (Woo)
Ain't no such thing as a life jacket, we in the field out here, huh (Field here)
Still get back for the get-back for the sh*t you said that you thought was gon' get back
sh*t gon' get you b*tch slapped or gon' get your ass kidnaped (Wasn't sure)
I know your mama, n*gga, stop actin' like you're really with that (Stop actin')
They some grade-A students, he went to college, came home a gangster, he transformed (Frrt)
I'm in the Glock house with the shooters, we in the kitchen brainstormin' (Come on to the kitchen)
[Chorus]
Glock house, come in here, get hit (Glizzy)
Brrt, brrt, gunned down, we put switch on this, huh (What that make?)
Young n*gga, hundred round, tryna hit the b*tch (Come on)
We caught 'em ten deep in the hold up, had to send a blitz (Woo)
AR knock like seven n*ggas down (Seven), b*tch, I'm new Michael Vick
They took my dog, they turned me madman, b*tch, I went John Wick (Baow, baow)
Hopped out the car and walked him down, one survived, the other one flipped
Can't raise a son, huh
Deadbeat (Dead), deadbeat (Dead), deadbeat (Dead), dead, huh
Deadbeat (Dead), deadbeat (Dead), deadbeat (Dead), dead
I'm in here dead, dead (Dead), dead, dead (Dead), dead, dead (Dead), dead

[Verse 2]
Man, f*ck that n*gga, he the reason that I'm pullin' triggers (pus*y)
I looked up to killers, BabyDrill didn't have no father figure (f*ck that n*gga)
Pull up bustin' n*ggas, after the first one turned to a heartless killer (Boom)
They didn't believe in me, they just ridin' wave, I'm really the hardest n*gga (Hardest)
Glock house, try walk in with FN, we had robbed the n*gga (Give me that)
Geeked up at the school, man, I feel like I'm a Martian, n*gga (Mm)
Off the set, throwin' up Bs with the Cartis, they try to reach, I kill 'em (Woo)
n*ggas speak on blood, he gotta die, put that sh*t on Brenda (That's on Brenda, n*gga)

[Chorus]
Glock house, come in here, get hit (Glizzy)
Brrt, brrt, gunned down, we put switch on this, huh (What that make?)
Young n*gga, hundred round, tryna hit the b*tch (Come on)
We caught 'em ten deep in the hold up, had to send a blitz (Woo)
AR knock like seven n*ggas down (Seven), b*tch, I'm new Michael Vick
They took my dog, they turned me madman, b*tch, I went John Wick (Baow, baow)
Hopped out the car and walked him down, one survived, the other one flipped
Can't raise a son, huh
Deadbeat (Dead), deadbeat (Dead), deadbeat (Dead), dead, huh
Deadbeat, deadbeat, deadbeat, dead
I'm in here dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead
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