
Glock praise Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
I make my glock sing at his funeral, I call it Glock Praise
Say, GSP, I'm not the same, I swear you better not chase
Yeah, this your hoe that blowin' up my phone, her number not saved
Say this is not amiri, this is all white, off-white G-Nike's
left a nigga, layin' in them streetlights
He say he pray to God, I grant his wish, he finna see Christ
Say, I be trippin' bad, they say, JP, you gotta be nice
I say, fuck that, nah, I'm finna have to show him about that streetlife
Ayy, walk em down, can't leave until your partner pick him up
They think I'm ridin' in black truck fun till they see what it's really for
We got strikers for that fun, you know we slidin' in that truck
They thought they slid and did us bad, but know I BP all my stuff
You know I keep my G-Lock tucked, you know my brother's loaded up
They say, bro them OD crashing, know I do not give a fuck
Say what you want in all them songs, it don't mean shit if you don't buck
You lost yo fye on cam lil bro, I swear to God, you ain't really tough
I make my glock sing at his funeral, I call it Glock Praise
Say, GSP, I'm not the same, I swear you better not chase
Yeah, this your hoe that blowin' up my phone, her number not saved
And if we walkin' down again, his body will not be found
Had his brother talkin' shit and now he cannot sleep now
In that courtroom finna fold, lil' bruh them actin and senile
He talmbout' he gon' get back, but I can't even see how
Lil' bruh need some rehab, his bitch ass don't even be round
Yeah, bro them tryna make it back, I might just roll some
I might just pull up on this fam, they lookin' like I stole some
They tryna figure out why my pocket's fat, this here a ghost gun
That shit don't mean that it's stolen, you see ghosts, you better run
I pop out high fashion, post yo hoe you know I gotta smash it
This a fast car, I be cuttin' up, I ain't sittin' in no traffic
I ain't gotta say shit to your hoe, but know I gotta steady laughin
And know I ain't never been no trick, I got her starvin' like she fasten
Call it Glock praise
Call it Glock praise
Call it Glock praise
Glock praise