Glock in My Lap (ChopNotSlop Remix)

[Intro]

Fuck it, spin again

Chop it, quick

Roll the window down quick

Y'all niggas stop playin', nigga

Y'all niggas know what the fuck goin' on

Big 4L, big steppers

Big footprints, pussy (Southside on the track, yeah)

Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy

Pussy, pussy, okay, 21 (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)

Okay, 21, okay, 21 (Okay)

Okay, 21 (Metro Boomin want some more, nigga)

21, 21, 21

[Verse 1]

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 (Pussy)

Big-Big 4L, I'm a membеr (Yeah)

Leave an opp cold, likе December (What?)

.45 on me, it's a Kimber (And what?)

AK knockin' down trees, like timber

Big 4L, I'm a member (Yeah)

Leave an opp cold, like December (What?)

(December, December, December, December, December)

Big 4, Big 4L, I'm a member (Yeah)

Leave an opp cold, like December (What?)

.4, .45 on me, it's a Kimber (And what?)

AK, AK knockin' down trees, like timber

Get your, get your baby mama 'fore we bend her (21)

Hit the wind, hit the windshield, not the fender (21)

Givin' out, givin' out smoke my agenda (21)

Throw the white, throw the white flag, they surrender (Pussy)

All black tux, I'm a businessman (Pussy)

Millionaire, still shakin' killers hand (Woah)

Take the plug off and the middle man (Woah)

Spray the whole block, I don't give a damn (Woah)

Fuck a nigga bitch, I'm a gentleman (21)

21, your bitch know I been the man (21)

Playin' with the rock like I'm Jigga man

Gotta look a nigga in the eyes when you kill a man

[Chorus]

Glock in my lap

Everywhere I'm strapped

Most these rappers cap

I ain't, I ain't givin' dap

Glenwood, Glenwood to the flat

Used to, used to rob and trap

Money, money tall, Shaq

Choppa, Choppa bullets, splat

Chuck E., Chuck E. Cheese, rat

We get, we get rodents whacked

Way too, way too many steppers

I can't hold 'em back

Body, body full of scars

Face full of tats

You pray, you pray on your knees

I pray to my strap

[Verse 2]

Say you want smoke, but the fire come with it

Money on your head, nigga, 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-Cool young nigga, still take yo' cheese (Pussy)

All about the money, I ain't never smoke weed

Cool young nigga, still take yo' cheese (Pussy)

All about the money, I ain't never smoke weed

Cool young nigga, still take yo' cheese (Pussy)

Not mine, this bitch 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)

Girl, I can't smoke my opps (On God)

'Cause all my opps is dust (Pussy)

He said he think he the battery

We call him Elon Musk (Pussy)

Open your, open your mouth when I bust (21)

Suck me up slow, don't rush (21)

Havin' three, havin' threesomes is a must (Straight up)

Hit it from, hit it from the back and she cussed (On God)

I put his, I put his bitch in the Benz (21)

She used to ride on the bus (Damn)

I-I-I-I walk around with them thigh pads (21)

But I ain't got no yard rushed

I put his bitch in the Benz (21)

She used to ride on the bus (Damn)

I walk around with them thigh pads (21)

But I ain't got no yard rushed

I put his bitch in the Benz (21)

She used to ride on the bus (Damn)

I walk around with them thigh pads (21)

But I ain't got no yard rushed

[Chorus]

Glock in my lap

Everywhere I'm strapped

Most, most these rappers cap

I ain't givin' dap

Glenwood, Glenwood to the flat

Used to, used to rob and trap

Money, money tall, Shaq

Choppa, Choppa bullets, splat

Chuck E., Chuck E. Cheese, rat

We get, we get rodents whacked

Way too, way too many steppers

I can't, I can't hold 'em back

Body, body full of scars

Face, face full of tats

You pray, you pray on your knees

I pray to my strap

[Outro]

Yeah, savage life ain't for everybody, man

Throw the white flag, they surrender (Pussy)

So if you ain't 'bout that life

Throw the white flag, they surrender (Pussy)

They stole the white flag, it's some real shit

We keep it real G's

It's really about that life

Savage Mode II

Throw the white flag, they surrender