Glock 40 - Larry June

Aye, sock it to me

Damn, yeehee!

Aye

Oh!

Goddamn (aye!), Ohhwee (yeeeheee!)

Glock 40 with the… Beam (damn!)

Aye, everything ain’t what it… Seem (aye-aye-aye)

Glock 40 with the… Beam

(Shit! Yee! YeeHee! Damn! God! YesLawd!)

Glock 40 with the… Beam

(Bop Bop Bop BOP! YEEEEHEEEE! SHIT!)

Glock 40 with the… Beam

Handguns choppers, grass like a farmer

Tuck like Osama, Smoking on Obama

Juggin' in the winter, juggin' in the summer

Never graduated, but i’m riding foreign

I’m walking in the sand, condo in Hawaii

I’m living what i’m saying, you niggas steady lyin'

Fuck the radio, I can do without it

I’m riding with the whammy, I don’t trust nobody

I’m the Pusherman

I can get it to you

Get out the pussy

Chopper in the bushes

Slide through the blade

2's on the six

To these rap niggas I’m a father figure

Riding by myself I don’t need a nigga

Put the heat to em like a TV dinner

I’m a real nigga I can get it off

Tell me what you need I can get it to you

I ain’t in to all that fake shit

Why the fuck you speakin' on my name?

Hit my phone on some groupie shit

But pillow talk to yo main thing

Okay I see that you a fuck nigga

On my momma man these niggas bitch made

Hit a pussy nigga with a switchblade

Ho i’m getting money bitch 3 ways

Nigga YeeHee!

Goddamn (aye!), Ohhwee (yeeeheee!)

Glock 40 with the… Beam (damn!)

Aye, everything ain’t what it… Seem (aye-aye-aye)

Glock 40 with the… Beam

(Shit! Yee! YeeHee! Damn! God! YesLawd!)

Glock 40 with the… Beam

(Bop Bop Bop BOP! YEEEEHEEEE! SHIT!)

Glock 40 with the… Beam

They say a nigga changed, dammit I got aim (good job Larry)

8 thousand for the paint, dammit I am paid

Smoking on the finest, birkin for my bottom

I like stripper bitches, I like hoes in college

I’m standing on the couches, I’m drinking out the bottle (fuck!)

Don’t fuck with broke niggas, they schemin' and they plottin'

I’m not a fuckin' rapper, I’m chillin' on a island

I shop at whole foods, I’m really havin' guala

You say you want beef but I bet you won’t run up One hitter quitter I bet you get done up We all about money so this is a come-up

Grind in the winter and shine in the summer

Hop out the Benz and I jump in the hummer

(Phew! Phew! YEEEEHEEE!)

I made it safe that’s a touchdown, smoke a nigga like a hookah lounge

You don’t wanna hear that ruger sound (goddamn)

I got bitches that’ll get it now

I ain’t lookin' for a friend bitch

Ho I need another hundred thou', I wake up early then I run a mile

Hit the blunt then I’m to the trap, I turn off then I take a nap

Wake up with another 50 racks!

(aye, damn)

Goddamn (aye!), Ohhwee (yeeeheee!)

Glock 40 with the… Beam (damn!)

Aye, everything ain’t what it… Seem (aye-aye-aye)

Glock 40 with the… Beam

(Shit! Yee! YeeHee! Damn! God! YesLawd!)

Glock 40 with the… Beam

(Bop Bop Bop BOP! YEEEEHEEEE! SHIT!)

Glock 40 with the… Beam