Glock In My Lap Song Lyrics by 21 Savage and Metro Boomin
Y’all niggas stop playin’, niggaY’all niggas know what the fuck goin’ onBig 4L, big steppersBig footprints, pussy (Southside on the track, yeah)Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussyPussy, 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 timberGet 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 businessman (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 manGotta look a nigga in the eyes when you kill a man
Glock in my lap, everywhere I’m strappedMost these rappers cap, I ain’t givin’ dapGlenwood to the flat, used to rob and trapMoney tall, Shaq, choppa bullets, splatChuck E. Cheese, rat, we get rodents whackedWay too many steppers, I can’t hold ’em backBody full of scars, face full of tatsYou pray on your knees, I pray to my strap
Say you want smoke, but the fire come with itMoney on your head, nigga, we’ll come get itNew Kel-Tec put a hun-dun in it‘Partment so sweet, threw a honey bun in itKeep it in the street, I ain’t doin’ no squealin’I don’t never put women in my businessFull-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 BHundred dollar three-five, a whip from DRidin’ down Glenwood, tank on EAll about the money, I ain’t never smoke weedCool 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, 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 thigh pads (21)But I ain’t got no yard rushed
Glock in my lap, everywhere I’m strappedMost these rappers cap, I ain’t givin’ dapGlenwood to the flat, used to rob and trapMoney tall, Shaq, choppa bullets, splatChuck E. Cheese, rat, we get rodents whackedWay too many steppers, I can’t hold ’em backBody full of scars, face full of tatsYou pray on your knees, I pray to my strap