Glock In My Lap (Explicit) - 21 Savage/Metro Boomin

Lyrics by：Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph/Leland Wayne

Composed by：Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph/Leland Wayne

Y'all n***as stop playin' n***a

Y'all n***as know what the f**k goin' on

Big 4L big steppers

Big footprints p***y

Southside on the track yeah

P***y p***y p***y p***y p***y

P***y p***y okay 21

Honorable C.N.O.T.E.

Okay 21 okay 21

Okay

21 Metro Boomin want some more n***a

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

P***y

All black tux I'm a business man

P***y

Millionaire still shakin' killers hand

Woah

Take the plug off and the middle man

Woah

Spray the whole block I don't give a d**n

Woah

F**k a n***a b***h I'm a gentleman

21

21 your b***h know I been the man

21

Playin' with the rock like I'm jigga man

Gotta look a n***a 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 n***a we'll come get it

New Kel-Tec put a hun-dun in it

'Partment so sweet threw a honey bun in it

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 w**d

Cool young n***a still take yo' cheese

P***y

Not mine this b***h 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

P***y

He think he the battery we call him Elon Musk

P***y

Open your mouth when I bust

21

Suck me up slow don't rush

21

Havin' threesomes is a must

Straight up

Hit it from the back and she cussed

On God

I put his b***h in the Benz

21

She used to ride on the bus

D**n

I walk around with them thigh pads

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But I ain't got no yard rushed

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