Glock in My Lap Lyrics – 21 Savage & Metro Boomin

Glock in My Lap Lyrics – 21 Savage & Metro Boomin: Presenting the lyrics of the song “Glock in My Lap” from the Album SAVAGE MODE II sung by 21 Savage & Metro Boomin. This song is produced by Honorable C.N.O.T.E., Southside & Metro Boomin.

Y’all niggas stop playin’, nigga

Y’all niggas know what the fuck goin’ on

Big 4L, big steppers

Big footprints, pussy (Southside on the track, yeah)

Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy

Pussy, pussy, okay, 21 (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)

Okay, 21, okay, 21 (Okay)

Okay (21, Metro Boomin want some more, nigga)

21, 21, 21

Big 4L, I’m a member (Yeah)

Leave an opp cold, like December (What?)

.45 on me, it’s a Kimber (And what?)

AK knockin’ down trees, like timber

Get your baby mama ‘fore we bend her (21)

Hit the windshield, not the fender (21)

Givin’ out smoke my agenda (21)

Throw the white flag, they surrender (Pussy)

All black tux, I’m a business man (Pussy)

Millionaire, still shakin’ killers hand (Woah)

Take the plug off and the middle man (Woah)

Spray the whole block, I don’t give a damn (Woah)

Fuck a nigga bitch, I’m a gentleman (21)

21 your bitch, know I been the man (21)

Playin’ with the rock like I’m jigga man

Gotta look a nigga in the eyes when you kill a man

Glock in my lap, everywhere I’m strapped

Most these rappers cap, I ain’t givin’ dap

Glenwood to the flat, used to rob and trap

Money tall, Shaq, choppa bullets, splat

Chuck E. Cheese, rat, we get rodents whacked

Way too many steppers, I can’t hold ’em back

Body full of scars, face full of tats

You pray on your knees, I pray to my strap

Say you want smoke, but the fire come with it

Money on your head, nigga, we’ll come get it

New Kel-Tec put a hun-dun in it

‘Partment so sweet, threw a honey bun it in

Keep it in the street, I ain’t doin’ no squealin’

I don’t never put women in my business

Full time rapper, I ain’t doin’ no drillin’

Woah, woah, I can make a M in my sleep (Straight up)

17 breakin’ down a P (On God)

18 start sellin’ hard with Lil B

Hundred dollar three-five, a whip from D

Ridin’ down Glenwood, tank on E

All about the money, I ain’t never smoke weed

Cool young nigga, still take yo’ cheese (Pussy)

Not mine, this bitch for us (21)

The gang is what I trust (Straight up)

Don’t argue, we don’t fuss (Straight up)

No talkin’, he get touched (Straight up)

I can’t smoke my opps (On God)

‘Cause all my opps is dust (Pussy)

He think he the battery, we call him Elon Musk (Pussy)

Open your mouth when I bust (21)

Suck me up slow, but don’t rush (21)

Havin’ threesomes is a must (Straight up)

Hit it from the back and she cussed (On God)

I put his bitch in the Benz (21)

She used to ride on the bus (Damn)

I walk around with them thot packs (21)

But I ain’t got no yard rush

Glock in my lap, everywhere I’m strapped

Most these rappers cap, I ain’t givin’ dap

Glenwood to the flat, used to rob and trap

Money tall, Shaq, choppa bullets, splat

Chuck E. Cheese, rat, we get rodents whacked

Way too many steppers, I can’t hold ’em back

Body full of scars, face full of tats

You pray on your knees, I pray to my strap