38 (Alternate version) Smiley (Ft. Pressa)

[Intro: Pressa & Lil Juice]
(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

[Verse 1: Pressa]
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 stimulate 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 dweller twenty K, nigga

[Chorus: Pressa]
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