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Glock 19
6,764
Hip-Hop
Glock 19 was released on September 18, 2019 by Winston Wolf, LLC as a part of the album EMMANUEL - EP
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Release DateSeptember 18, 2019
LabelWinston Wolf, LLC
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM100

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ameer Vann
Ameer Vann
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ameer Vann
Ameer Vann
Songwriter
Marcello Valenzano
Marcello Valenzano
Songwriter
Andre Lyon
Andre Lyon
Songwriter
Kevin Gomringer
Kevin Gomringer
Songwriter
Tim Gomringer
Tim Gomringer
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cool Dre
Cool Dre
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
You don't wanna see me without my medication
I got bottles of pills that keep me from goin' crazy
I keep smokin' and drinkin', ****, I'm still sedated
I try to hold it together, really, I'm slippin' lately
Trippin' harder than ever, got me hallucinatin'
I'm in the car with the Devil, chop it and screw it, baby
I just listen to Bitches Brew and get elevated
I'm gettin' high, I smoke inside of the elevator
I took all of this acid, got me disintegratin'
Now my vision is meltin', really, I feel it fadin'
I'm seein' demons and monsters, really, it's very scary
I know killers and gangster **** that's in my family
Sellin' pills and them EBTs just to make it happen
Shit, my mama and Granny packin' about that action
Catch me shootin' at **** like I'm movie directin'
Catch me rollin' with .45, I need the protection
[Chorus]
**** talk shit 'til they get shot back like that
You don't wanna end up like that, like that
Flip it, then I bring it right back like that
You don't really know about that like that
**** talk shit 'til they get shot back
You don't wanna end up like that, like that
Flip it, then I bring it right back like that
You don't really know about that like that
[Verse 2]
**** blow your brains 'bout that
Put a hole in your baseball cap
Fade to the black, just like that
Talk too much and your soul gets snatched
Let the top fall back
I'ma change lanes, ****, just like that
Sittin' on blades with the seat way back
V12 sittin' in the trunk, way back
You don't gotta listen when they talk like
[Chorus]
**** talk shit 'til they get shot back like that
You don't wanna end up like that, like that
Flip it, then I bring it right back like that
You don't really know about that like that
**** talk shit 'til they get shot back
You don't wanna end up like that, like that
Flip it, then I bring it right back like that
You don't really know about that like that
[Verse 3]
I'ma keep runnin' from the past, foot up on the gas
Blunt guts, weed crumbs, sticking to the dash
No talk, bring me to the cash
Just ate mushrooms, took a couple tabs
I been trippin' lately so a **** might crash
Just spilled drank on my J's like damn
****, I'm a Barre Baby, make 'em say, "Mann"
I don't want a check, put the money in my hand
I don't need a bank when I got a rubber band
Pockets kinda heavy, keep the money in my pants
Heart's still heavy, I been lookin' for my friends
Everybody leave everybody in the end
I don't feel alone 'cause the drugs are my friends
Just took another, I'll be gone for a min'
Buy by the ounce or the gram, it depends
****, I be floatin' off the ground off of this
[Chorus]
**** talk shit 'til they get shot back like that
You don't wanna end up like that, like that
Flip it, then I bring it right back like that
You don't really know about that like that
**** talk shit 'til they get shot back
You don't wanna end up like that, like that
Flip it, then I bring it right back like that
You don't really know about that like that
Written by: Ameer Vann, Andre Lyon, Kevin Gomringer, Marcello Valenzano, Tim Gomringer
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