Amiri2Raw - Grab The Glock (feat. halfmari) Lyrics

That's a dead nigga walkin' in the street
Slide on the opps, that bitch a bop
Yo bitch suckin' dick, get hit with his blick
I ain't gon' lie, that bitch was a ho
Talkin' shit, we kick out your door
Like diamonds are ice, I'm bright like a star
The nigga is trippin', ain't make it far
Nigga, I'm about this money, nigga, trappin at the corner shop
Find a Glock and spin his block, boy, I'm tryna kill today
Extra click, extra blick, boy, we tryna spin today
Niggas cry, niggas die, bitch, it's time to shoot today
Now that's crazy shit, yo bitch suckin' on my dick
That bitch is a ho, she gon' suck on the dick
I'm f*ckin' your bitch, like Mari and Miri, like Lilo and Stitch

I could never give a f*ck about a bitch, nigga
Swear you pull up on me, then you gettin disfigured
I send you to God, but who gon' take you, this trigger
I get that money and flip it all
I smoke a opp like he fentanyl
Shorty be actin like she do not f*ck with me
Come over here, she gettin' off,
I got them hos like Santa Claus, bitch
Big steppin', I'm top dog, bitch
Leave a bullet in yo' teeth, leave a bullet in yo lids
I'm on the track, you knowin' I slid
Here she gon' play, but don't play with the kid
Yo' bitch always talk bout f*ckin' me, I put it on her lips

I'm a classic gangster, hit a nigga with a flute, yeah
Draco like a plane, change that nigga altitude, yeah
Everybody know me, nigga, who is you
I take that bitch and gas her up like she a f*ckin' Jew, yeah
Nigga sippin' on that green like it's Mountain Dew, yeah
I walk inside a lake and turn it to a fountain, dude, yeah
Yeah, I'm with the shits, what these niggas finna do
This ain't a f*ckin' game, I kill his ass just for the loot, yeah
Yo' bitch, yo' bitch still a groupie
My niggas pop out with them clips like a f*ckin movie
And the nigga bout the cheese, Remy Ratatouille
I get silly with the toolie, this shit gon' kablooey
I ain't even unzip the dick, and shorty pulled up blew it
Amiri tryna crash out, tell that nigga, cool it, yeah
If you want it, then I'll do it, then I'll crash out
The way that I be makin' music, I'm gon' cash out, yeah
Nigga put up one tweet, then he blacked out
Last nigga that lacked around me, he can't lack now

Mari told me, chill out, hell nah, twin, let's shoot out
Bullets spread like a 808, kill her opp times four, that's a 4-4
Mari got the glock up off the dresser slot
Cock it back twice, shoot yo' bitch in her face, oh yuhl
Niggas die, every time we slide, I ain't tryna fight
Leave that nigga cryin' in the night sky, shh, shh, yeah