f*ck Rap lyrics

Pass me that Glock right there

Uh-uh not the regular one the one right there with the button on it

These n*ggas mad i rap ride with a AP not with 100 some shots n' this b*tch got a shoulder strap i ain't ever been friendly i dont f*ck with these n*ggas tell n*ggas they can keep that dap n*ggas be dissing in song they know its on dont tell when a n*gga get clapped uh

I lock the window grrrah n*gga we send sh*t up to casper but n*gga i ain't sign no deal f*ck rap im still in the field with the gang gettin active spinnin the hobby for bullets on bodies these n*gga think im a regular rapper i heard a opp n*gga died who dissin on me rolled him up now filled with laughter

If we can't find that low or get that call then f*ck it we jus' gon' hunt i can't bring my blick inside this b*tch then f*ck it i ain't gonna come last n*gga ran so fast we got on his ass i thought we was chasing gump dont get caught at the store when you know that the smoke leave a n*gga right by the pump

Pull up and creep i ain't making no tweets thought i was drake, walk up and dump blow out his mind check channel 9 watchin the news they said he was slump these n*ggas know it was me who doin them drills they tell imma go on the run i done last count of them drills how many of them n*ggas hit i dont know its a ton

Bro on a dead (?) killin' them then they walk it back til its done f*cked up in the head started killin' for fun took a break from the rap got my money and guns we hit the blocks send shots they run pay me up front i ain't doing no fronts need more than 30 pop up with a drum opps outside told em' boys here we come

I lock the window grrrah think im lyin' n*gga jus' go ask em' i know a n*gga who die with his fire and i know a n*gga who went out blasting you the type n*gga who see your opps try to act blind and run right past em im the type n*gga who see my opps park the car jump out bag em'

I like Glocks with the buttons on the back grrrah make em' shoot faster catch a n*gga comin' out of church when we gettin' off first leave that n*gga right by the pastor sit at the trap with a loaded (?) fonem' gon' pull up and jack em' they tryna spin on my bro like he ain't gonna blow caught em' and fonem' clapped him

Hell yeah heard what happened blew that pfft when he got caught lacking hit in his sh*t just for doing that bappin brr bow! made him crash in traffic this ain't a Glock this a drac in my jacket still i stood up think i won't cause im rappin we create packs not the opp in the casket catch me a head catch a opp n*gga lackin'