Glocks & Rollies - King Lil G

Yeah

(Murder, murder)

Put the motherfuckin' bullets in the chopper

(Murder, murder)

King Lil G, Tattoo’d Guns in the building

(Murder, murder)

(Murder, murder)

I had your bitches on my Instagram Live again (Again)

I never left, I’m coming from the Southside again (Yeah)

They twist it up, they lickin' up my raps with mary jane

They pass it to me, then I slowly start to elevate

We gon' make it a 1−8-7 if you violate (Yeah)

That means you send me your location if you talkin' brave

They wanna keep hatin', fuck what they sayin', bitch, I’m on the field (Yeah)

How you gon' know if the thing is on me if it stays concealed (Click clack)

The demons keep talking to me in my sleep, I’m hoping I pray I live (Yeah)

It all started happening when I started rapping, I was selling pills (Yeah)

These bitches was crazy, they was tripping off these candy bars (Oh, man)

Bitches was getting naked when I give 'em a Xanny bar

I’m official (On the hood), that’s official (It's on the hood)

If you don’t like it, then you bitches press an issue (Where you at?)

I’m official (Yeah), that’s official (Yeah)

I got these ratchet bitches holdin' on my pistol (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

That’s a Glock (That's a Glock), that’s a Rollie (That's a Rollie)

That’s on God, we the ones that shot your homie (Click clack)

That’s a Glock, that’s a Rollie (Yeah)

I told these bitches it was presidential only, hold these

You talk about me, you get put in a box

I ain’t running, I’m evading the cops

What you mean she’s a regular thot?

Not important, just some regular props

I ain’t trippin' if you famous or not

We can get it if you need to get got

We can see you if you need to get dropped

I’m in the meeting, I ain’t tryna get signed

I just wanna take a trip to Milan

With two bitches, take a trip to Milan

Then go to Vegas and make five

I know you heard through the grapevine

I’ma salute with a gang sign

Fifth letter with a baseline

I’ma do me, how you feel about it?

We just melted a gun with a hundred bodies

I forgot about it

When the helicopter threw the lights up on me but I kept on walking

Had the gun in my sock but I kept on mobbing

Ain’t nobody tripping, ain’t nobody talking

Fucking with one of the realest ones

Ask your homie has he killed once?

Better go out while you still young

I ain’t moving 'til the deal’s done

I’m official, that’s official (Yeah)

If you don’t like it, then you bitches press an issue (That's on the hood)

I’m official, that’s official (Gang, gang)

I got these ratchet bitches holdin' on my pistol (Gang, gang, gang)

That’s a Glock (That's a Glock), that’s a Rollie (That's a Rollie)

That’s on God, we the ones that shot your homie (Click clack)

That’s a Glock (Glock), that’s a Rollie (That's a Rollie)

I told these bitches it was presidential only