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21 savage feat. metro boomin – glock in my lap lyrics

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y’all n+ggas stop playin’, n+gga
y’all n+ggas know what the f+ck goin’ on
big 4l, big steppers

big footprints, p+ssy (southside on the track, yeah)
p+ssy, p+ssy, p+ssy, p+ssy, p+ssy
p+ssy, p+ssy, okay, 21 (honorable c.n.o.t.e.)
okay, 21, okay, 21 (okay)
okay, 21 (metro boomin want some more, n+gga)
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+ssy)

all black tux, i’m a businessman (p+ssy)
millionaire, still shakin’ k!llеrs hand (woah)
take the plug off and the middlе man (woah)
spray the whole block, i don’t give a d+mn (woah)
f+ck a n+gga b+tch, i’m a gentleman (21)
21, your b+tch know i been the man (21)
playin’ with the rock like i’m jigga man
gotta look a n+gga in the eyes when you k!ll 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+gga, 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 weed
cool young n+gga, still take yo’ cheese (p+ssy)

not mine, this b+tch 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+ssy)
he think he the battery, we call him elon musk (p+ssy)

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+tch in the benz (21)
she used to ride on the bus (d+mn)
i walk around with them thigh pads (21)
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