LYRIC

Miss My Glock 26 – BIG30 Lyrics

[Intro: BIG30]
(Mmm, Manny cook that shit, uh)
Blrrd, blrrd, blrrd
No pad, no pen shit
Blrrd, blrrd, blrrd, blrrd
Blrrd, blrrd, big blrrd

[Chorus: BIG30]
No posting on my block, you either shoppin’ or servin’
.357 on my lap, just for Mista we purgin’
We wack shit on the scene, you blessed if you made it to surgery
He spoke on Geno, told my hitter “Go get him, it’s urgent”
They put that battery in his back and ain’t even slide for him
He send a threat from a hospital bed, be quiet boy
Big boy 4-5 boy, nine, ten, eleven, my slide toy
Every time [?] with this Gucci link my vibe choice

[Verse 1: BIG30 & Lil Durk]
Ayy you been smokin’, say some’
Get to close, my niggas spray some’
For smoking Geno, laced him
‘Fore he knew it, the member faced him
Boy you were damn near wasted, watch where you drop the location
[?] my lil’ ho up my [?] my lil’ situation
That my lil’ shit, might f… outta there my lil’ bitch
Louis front, Louis kicks
Exclusive gang, Louis V sticks
Got shot so many times and lived (Smurk), call him lil’ 50 Cent
I had a nine and [?] I miss my Glock 26 (Brrrrah, let’s get it)

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Me and Von was fighting our cases together
The state had to see our faces together (Gang)
Switches go broom-broom (Brrrrah), fifty-thousand to stitch his face together
I don’t like quiet I like wild, Wock’ in the [?] crushed because I taste it better (Let’s get it)
Louis belt with a hoodie to hide my dreads and hold my Drac’ together (Okay)
Fighting over over hits, like where he go?
Shit, who chased them better? (Me?)
Can’t trust these hoes from nobody hood no more
They backdoor, play together (Bitch)
Me, I gotta keep a gun I draw mine low (Let’s get it)
I gotta keep a fund, these killers ’round me (Let’s get it)
Ain’t never gon’ run niggas off the street (Let’s get it)
That’s on my son, nigga (Bah)
PPP got you feelin’ yourself, that’s a Cartier, that ain’t no Patek, nigga (P….)
[?], five-hunnid K, on Pluto grave, I ain’t no average nigga (Grrah)
We done been through shit inside them trenches, you can’t imagine, nigga (Let’s get it)
I’m with the same niggas, we used to hoop on crates inside them alleys, nigga (Man, what?)

[Chorus: BIG30]
No posting on my block, you either shoppin’ or servin’
.357 on my lap, just for Mista we purgin’
We wack shit on the scene, you blessed if you made it to surgery
He spoke on Geno, told my hitter “Go get him, it’s urgent”
They put that battery in his back and ain’t even slide for him
He send a threat from a hospital bed, be quiet boy
Big boy 4-5 boy, nine, ten, eleven, my slide toy
Every time [?] with this Gucci link my vibe choice

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