glocky wit switchy

(Verse 1) Yo, I stay strapped, ain't no fuckin' slippin', Glocks in the bag, and I’m always grippin’, Walkin’ through the block like I own the shit, Metal on my waist, ready to make a hit. Ain’t no fear when I’m ready to ride, Clip full of heat, I got the crew by my side, Mess with my fam, you gon' feel that pain, You talkin’ tough, but you can’t play this game. (Chorus) Tote dem Glocks, keep ‘em tucked in the waist, Ain’t no fuckin’ fear when I’m holdin’ that case, Street life’s cold, but I’m built for the fight, If you roll the dice, better pray for the night. (Verse 2) Pressure on me, but I’m built for the shit, Glock in my hand, you ain’t ready to flip, Pull up, it’s over, ain’t no second guess, Cross me once, now you’re in a mess. Cold nights, walkin' with steel on my side, Enemies talkin’, better watch that ride, Ain’t no love in these streets, it’s a dangerous vibe, Glock in my grip, watch me take that stride. (Chorus) Tote dem Glocks, keep ‘em tucked in the waist, Ain’t no fuckin’ fear when I’m holdin’ that case, Street life’s cold, but I’m built for the fight, If you roll the dice, better pray for the night. (Bridge) Ain’t no mercy when the Glock get pulled, I’m livin’ in the game, gotta keep it cold, You either ready to roll or you fallin’ behind, Glock stay tucked, yeah, it’s fuckin’ mine. (Outro) So I stay strapped, ready for the heat, Glock in my palm, can’t accept defeat, Talk that shit, but you know it’s all fake, I’m rollin’ with the steel, better know your fate.