Glock 19 lyrics

[Intro]
(This is a Dolan Beats production)
Aye
Bow, bow
Fifty
Rich slime

[Verse]
AR-15 on my dresser
I just might cross a n*gga like professors
Glock 19 and it got a compressor
Tripped up, yeah I'm ready for some pressure
n*gga white flagging and preaching, I don't wanna lecture
We souping up sticks and the Vectors
f*ck on your b*tch I don't text her
Fifty round drum so I'm having extra
Shoot his ass up now his ass on a stretcher
I just bought my shooter two black Berettas
Mob tied, I get you whacked over a letter
Shooter go rampage, shooting sh*t like he Trevor
Catch me out bad, n*gga man that's never
New Saint Laurent Chucks and it match my sweater
I'm so rich slime, I'm putting sh*t together
I'm pouring that Wock out the pint, I didn't even measure
She sucked me up on the first day I met her
Had to cut her off cuz she acting extra
Fifty bands, I don't do nothing lesser
VVS's and they always impressing
n*ggas want smoke I'm gon pressure
Now you having thirty holes on yo sweater
Posted on the block, a born finesser
I'm good with the plug, he fronting me extra
I'm up in that lab, I feel like I'm Dexter
Your shooter pus*y, he ain't finna protect you
I'm the one that took Carlito by Hector
You let him rob you so how can I respect you
Pop a n*gga now he turn informant
My foreign b*tches pulling up in them foreigns
Glock 23 got me shooting like Jordan
Riding foreigns [?] insurance
Slimed the plug, now his calls I'm ignoring
n*ggas snitching tryna get me a warrant
On the road catching plays like I'm touring
Red beam on the stick got me scoring
Wet a n*gga block it look like it's pouring
Caught a n*gga lacking, six in the morning
Put the glizzy to his face while he snoring
Pop a n*gga we ain't giving out warnings
Yeah, n*gga we stick sh*t like hornets
Pull up in the f*cking coupe and it's orange
Shooting at him now he run with endurance
AR pistol tucked up under Ralph Lauren
Yeah, I don't want that b*tch she boring
All my shooters clutch, you know they be scoring
I got the fire on me right now while a n*gga recording
Rich slime we don't need reinsurance
Gotta lay low cuz these folks deporting
VVS's got me looking important
12 get behind me, then I be flooring
Just f*cked your b*tch, she ain't that important
In the trenches rocking Travis Scott Forces
Designer down like I got an endorsement
Whipping babies like this sh*t an abortion
Yeah, Rarri really having horses
Trap on my block then I need my portion
Flipping them white birds now they soaring
911 I ain't talking about Porches
AK hit a n*gga right in his organs
I'm a evil genius, like Rick and Morty
4-5 Glock, I ain't toting no Taurus
Pull up to his neighborhood and start spraying
Fully auto cuz I'm not with the aiming
Home invasion, after that I be praying
We snatching them chains and we snatching [?] for them n*ggas false banging
Fifty on me, man you know I maintain it
I'm popping n*ggas I don't care what they banging
4-4 bulldog, I send em to satan
Panamanians and Jamaicans
Tied in with them f*cking Asians and Haitians
You know how the f*ck I'm rocking n*gga
On gang