38 (feat. Pressa)

(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up) I keep a Glock, a 38, uh I keep a Glock, a 38, uh I keep a Glock, a 38, uh I keep a Glock, yeah, uh I keep a Glock, a 38 I bought a brick, I'm in the trap but only came with 28 grams total Bitch, I feel like Jessie James My mind is steady trippin', hope this weed will eat my brain Bitch, I hope it simulate my brain T dub in the cut, I call him mister getaway My crodie buss an AP, but I told 'em show a plane 'Cause it's plane jane sky, 20K nigga We kick your door, nigga, everybody on the floor, nigga Boy if you trappin' in this bitch, answer your phone, nigga Catch me with 35, see crodie, he a known hitter I was out there trappin' all night, came home to cold dinners I was out there ballin' all night, no one to coach me My junkie fiendin' all night, gave him a bogie Jumped in the stoley, crodie went got a trophy So shoutout crodie 'cause half of these niggas got cold feet I was trappin' by Troby's, I started with an OZ My bitch caught me cheatin', had to blame it on the brodie Losin' friends, findin' peace, shit gettin' lonely Buy or Bye loadin', I'm still here recordin' They gotta be jokin', I'm on beats floatin' I'm over here exploadin', we over here explorin' Took her on the P.J., had her wearin' PJ's Fucked her on my B-day, MK on the three-way She wanna come the live way, I'm tired, Fucked her sideways She gonna be my side bitch, this molly got me high pitched Shooters in the next whip, called but I missed it Bro said I'm gifted, he fell off, yeah, he drifted She know I'm on a mission, I can't explain the vision She wanna wear Christian, I miss my brother Tristian She wanna be my vixen, I fucked it then I dissed it, yeah She wanna suck on kill means, she a groupie And it was me that filmed that bitch, like I'm Omji And my money only clean once in the laundry Draco got a fat ass clip, call it Cardi Bro-Bro in the cut and he bring it in the party I fuck with her, she think she grown, yeah My brother son is like my own, gang, huh Watch your mouth, watch your tone, bitch, huh She fuck with me, she want a loan, yeah I get her wet, I bring her on roads My fiends high, just like a drone, huh? My glizzy yell, it doesn't moan, no I love my gang, I love my bros, yeah I love designer, love my loafs It's me and Pressa, she wanna chill, huh? Pour up my cup, I like it filled, yeah They do it solo, don't need a pill