Glocks & Rollies lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
(Murder, murder)
Put the motherf*ckin' bullets in the chopper
(Murder, murder)
King Lil G, Tattoo'd Guns in the building
(Murder, murder)
(Murder, murder)

[Verse 1]
I had your b*tches on my Instagram Live again (Again)
I never left, I'm coming from the Southside again (Yeah)
They twist it up, they lickin' up my raps with mary jane
They pass it to me, then I slowly start to elevate
We gon' make it a 1-8-7 if you violate (Yeah)
That means you send me your location if you talkin' brave
They wanna keep hatin', f*ck what they sayin', b*tch, I'm on the field (Yeah)
How you gon' know if the thing is on me if it stays concealed (Click clack)
The demons keep talking to me in my sleep, I'm hoping I pray I live (Yeah)
It all started happening when I started rapping, I was selling pills (Yeah)
These b*tches was crazy, they was tripping off these candy bars (Oh, man)
b*tches was getting naked when I give 'em a Xanny bar

[Chorus]
I'm official (On the hood), that's official (It's on the hood)
If you don't like it, then you b*tches press an issue (Where you at?)
I'm official (Yeah), that's official (Yeah)
I got these ratchet b*tches holdin' on my pistol (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
That's a Glock (That's a Glock), that's a Rollie (That's a Rollie)
That's on God, we the ones that shot your homie (Click clack)
That's a Glock, that's a Rollie (Yeah)
I told these b*tches it was presidential only, hold these
[Verse 2]
You talk about me, you get put in a box
I ain't running, I'm evading the cops
What you mean she's a regular thot?
Not important, just some regular props
I ain't trippin' if you famous or not
We can get it if you need to get got
We can see you if you need to get dropped
I'm in the meeting, I ain't tryna get signed
I just wanna take a trip to Milan
With two b*tches, take a trip to Milan
Then go to Vegas and make five
I know you heard through the grapevine
I'ma salute with a gang sign
Fifth letter with a baseline
I'ma do me, how you feel about it?
We just melted a gun with a hundred bodies
I forgot about it
When the helicopter threw the lights up on me but I kept on walking
Had the gun in my sock but I kept on mobbing
Ain't nobody tripping, ain't nobody talking
f*cking with one of the realest ones
Ask your homie has he killed once?
Better go out while you still young
I ain't moving 'til the deal's done
[Chorus]
I'm official, that's official (Yeah)
If you don't like it, then you b*tches press an issue (That's on the hood)
I'm official, that's official (Gang, gang)
I got these ratchet b*tches holdin' on my pistol (Gang, gang, gang)
That's a Glock (That's a Glock), that's a Rollie (That's a Rollie)
That's on God, we the ones that shot your homie (Click clack)
That's a Glock (Glock), that's a Rollie (That's a Rollie)
I told these b*tches it was presidential only