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4D0 Jay - Holster Lyrics



4D0 Jay - Holster Lyrics
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This Glock can't fit a holster, yes it could, it's a big cop Glizzy
Yes it could, it's a big cop Glock
Yeah
This Glock can't fit a holster, yes it could, it's a big cop Glizzy
Best stop trippin, be the one to make the news when all the opps missin
We drop niggas, it's Glock City
Won't stand down, that mop with me
Catch a opp in traffic, get to trigga squeezing
His head down now his top missin
Better get low on them Glocks hittin, yeah, this that raw shit
I'm the one hop out on feet, we ain't gon' let shots out the car bitch
We the ones who taggin' feet, we be that gang you don't want war with
F*ck a slide, I'm tryin' to creep
Them niggas shouldn't have got me started in that party
He retarded, he done threw back him a bean
He done flashed and put that iron on who and left dude on the scene
Man, them niggas cap a lot, they ain't spinnin' on 14
Them niggas hidin' in the house, mama won't let him off the leash
Come f*ck with me, smoke for the cheap
Bitch, I'm tryna f*ck with some
Every day I'm in his hood, but he ain't tryna f*ck with none
I came through cruisin' on his block, he got scared and he went to runnin
I start laughin' in the rearview, bitch, I wasn't gon' do you none
This that gangsta shit, pop out
No, I don't do the internet, so if you see me, bitch, hop out
That F*ck shit, I ain't into that, know how I'm bleedin' I rock out
It ain't no pleas, you can't cop out
Get on your knees, for I start squeezin, leave you leakin' out of yo top
Four in the mornin, I'm up cool and blowin' Zaza
You step, bitch, I'ma show you, glizzin, make him do the cha-cha
Fry a nigga like Popeyes
Get him gone and say ta-da
Watch it Big4 the block out
F*ck it nigga, let's opp shop
Floatin' in that Zay
Tryna turn this bitch car to a drop top
My demons, they don't stand by
I told them, they on opp watch
F*ck them niggas, kill them all
Ain't got no time to go play hopscotch
He play, he gon' get FaceTime
The laws know that's the call dropped
Spinnin' through the city
Smokin' Killa with a Killa
This big glizzy
And this AKP gon' really clear the business
.45, seven.62s rip through his body
Leave him twitchin
We about violence and we spinnin
Catch a body, leave no witness
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This Glock can't fit a holster, yes it could, it's a big cop Glizzy
Yes it could, it's a big cop Glock
Yeah
This Glock can't fit a holster, yes it could, it's a big cop Glizzy
Best stop trippin, be the one to make the news when all the opps missin
We drop niggas, it's Glock City
Won't stand down, that mop with me
Catch a opp in traffic, get to trigga squeezing
His head down now his top missin
Better get low on them Glocks hittin, yeah, this that raw shit
I'm the one hop out on feet, we ain't gon' let shots out the car bitch
We the ones who taggin' feet, we be that gang you don't want war with
F*ck a slide, I'm tryin' to creep
Them niggas shouldn't have got me started in that party
He retarded, he done threw back him a bean
He done flashed and put that iron on who and left dude on the scene
Man, them niggas cap a lot, they ain't spinnin' on 14
Them niggas hidin' in the house, mama won't let him off the leash
Come f*ck with me, smoke for the cheap
Bitch, I'm tryna f*ck with some
Every day I'm in his hood, but he ain't tryna f*ck with none
I came through cruisin' on his block, he got scared and he went to runnin
I start laughin' in the rearview, bitch, I wasn't gon' do you none
This that gangsta shit, pop out
No, I don't do the internet, so if you see me, bitch, hop out
That F*ck shit, I ain't into that, know how I'm bleedin' I rock out
It ain't no pleas, you can't cop out
Get on your knees, for I start squeezin, leave you leakin' out of yo top
Four in the mornin, I'm up cool and blowin' Zaza
You step, bitch, I'ma show you, glizzin, make him do the cha-cha
Fry a nigga like Popeyes
Get him gone and say ta-da
Watch it Big4 the block out
F*ck it nigga, let's opp shop
Floatin' in that Zay
Tryna turn this bitch car to a drop top
My demons, they don't stand by
I told them, they on opp watch
F*ck them niggas, kill them all
Ain't got no time to go play hopscotch
He play, he gon' get FaceTime
The laws know that's the call dropped
Spinnin' through the city
Smokin' Killa with a Killa
This big glizzy
And this AKP gon' really clear the business
.45, seven.62s rip through his body
Leave him twitchin
We about violence and we spinnin
Catch a body, leave no witness
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Writer: Jaelon LaGard
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Length: 1:56
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