Dorien - Trust the Glock (feat. WePrada$ellyy) Lyrics

Trust the Glock, I don't milly rock on blocks
I just pop these percs and drop that on my bag, that's my spot
Hotbox, ain't no AC, just some woods and a car parked in the spot
In the lot, smoke a lot, chief had said my songs a bop
Drive convertibles we got straight from the lot
Sip my lean in Aquafina 'cause it's good for my heart
She was sweatin', ain't no Nelly, but in here it's getting hot
So take off all of your clothes, 'cause I told you that's my spot
We been through, she not mine, but she don't know that yet
Press the gas, coppers come, we gon' hit the jets
P.O.P., hold it down, I'm going down, I bet
Screaming "Free Sellyy!" but you tryna f*ck my bitch
Please don't let me out these chains
'Cause I'm going back in if I hear a nigga come and try to touch my bitch
It's going up on a Tuesday, I ain't playin' bout that
They call me "Drake" behind the bars, 'cause I been back to back

Almost cul-de-sac, off these pills, I can't be back to that
Studio keep me out the field, but still my back be strapped
She don't love me, she love the thrill of how I clash these cats
Like I work for Mitchell and Ness, I see the cap, keep that
I ain't never had chicken feet, you be scared to dash for a G
Chicken headed strags love the beef, they gon air if I give em D
I'm too young, man I'm slowing down, this Patron got me running round
Hitting every bitch that I see in my phone, so they come around
I be home when it's going down, froze my phone, they ain't finding me
Tryna fine me, I find it green, that them crackas ain't finding green
Boy, I'll put a hole in a square, and then lay 'em to line my cheese
Heard he doing work with them hams, his man giving me all the tea
Don't call me "slime", cause I'm more solid than most
Kick me while I'm down, I get up, get on my grind and then boast
Pop outside fried, 2-6 hit your brain, turn your mind into toast
Strawberry jam from his line to his sneaks, he died out his home
Don't want that fire, then bolt