Glock In My Draw lyrics

[Chorus: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Glock-Glock in my drawls, as I walk the motherf*ckin' track
Hit me with some more but you don't hear me, so I split your wig
Glock in my drawls, as I walk the motherf*ckin' track
Hit me with some more but you don't hear me, so I split your wig
Glock in my drawls-, Glock in my drawls, as I walk the motherf*ckin' track
Hit me with some more but, hit me with some more but, hit me with some-
Glock-Glock in my drawls, as I walk the motherf*ckin' track
Suckers I be scopin' they be hopin', that they can suicide
Glock in my drawls, Glock in my drawls, Glock in my-
Glock in my drawls, as I walk the motherf*ckin' track
Hit me with some, hit me with some, hit me with some, hit me with some
Hit mе with some more but you don't hear mе, so I split your wig
Glock in my drawls, Glock in my drawls, Glock in my-
Glock in my drawls, as I walk the motherf*ckin' track
Hit me with some, hit me with some, hit me with some, hit me with some
Hit me with some more but you don't hear me, so I split your wig

[Verse 1: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & Lil Gin]
Rollin' Triple Six Mafia, gin and juice we c*ckin' the
Twelve when the anna strikes, dynamite, good nighty night
North Memphis n*ggas packin' tones, busters step to me, it's on
Shoot on a trick when I'm thick, slick ain't got no sorrow, b*tch
Fulla' that hay, Pimps don't play, ho, I'm on that f*ckin' Bomb
n*ggas don't f*ck with the Mack, 'cause I blast seventeen shot clips at yo' ass
I'm holdin', while n*ggas I'm foldin' upon them hundreds of dollars
I'm makin' 'em holler, them b*tches swallow the gauge, if I'm not paid
That means I make no money, no, it ain't funny
That means I blaze the barrel, the buckshots scatter
I watch it splatter yo' guts, jump over the fence and hit the cut, b*tch
[Bridge: 211]
You better ask *Bop, bop* you buster
Buckshots come to the chest, we rush ya'll
You better ask *Bop, bop* buster
Buckshots come to the chest, we rush ya'll

[Chorus: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Suckers I be-suckers I be
Suckers I be scopin' they be hopin', that they can suicide
Skinny Pimp, Gangster limp, any rap you try to throw
Suckers I be scopin' they be hopin', that they can suicide
Skinny Pimp, Gangster limp, any rap you try to throw
Suckers I be-Suckers I be scopin', suckers I be scopin', suckers I be
Skinny Pimp, Gangster limp, any rap you try to throw
Suckers I be scopin' they be hopin', that they can suicide
Suckers I be scopin' they be hopin', that they can suicide

[Verse 2: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & Lil Gin]
Now I be on the track, with my f*ckin' pistol over by the tree stump
Smokin' up the skunk, I track, then jump, their pockets, got them off
Runnin' n*ggas yards and sell bail, gin and juice been boomin'
Comin' up short, feed them junkies, stomp' em
Uhm, Lil Gin shootin' in the face
Steppin' up with their Ho-sh*t, bullets in yo' head
Then I gettin' away, ballin' clean, bumpin' Heineken
Consider me crooked as f*ck, I'm slick as hell, b*tches run your mouth
I just put a hit on you, livin' still at your mama's house
Killers don't be braggin', just be scratchin' n*ggas off the hit-list quick
That's my barrel, put down your gun, sucker I bomb, b*tch
Hurt Village, out of the Scutterfield, Ridgegrove
Blackhaven n*ggas I talk to
Westwood, South Memphis killer, see many n*ggas in the river, fool
[Outro: 211]
Step up, n*gga, we kill at will
Take a blow to the skull, we headcutters don't kill with the Glock .17 S-H-O-T
If you didn't know b*tch, you better ask somebody