GLOCK OUT! CHRIST DILLINGER

[Chorus]
Don't make me pull that Glock out
Don't make me pull that Glock out
(Pssww Pssww Pssww Pssww)
Don't make me pull that Glock out
Don't make me pull that Glock out

[Intro]
This shit is hot-hot-hot-hot-hot-hot
Run make em run
Run make 'em run
Run make 'em run
Get off, Get off, Get off
Run make 'em run
Yeah, you already what the fuck going on
Run make 'em run
Run make 'em run
Run make 'em run (Aye)

[Verse]
My chain is wet like a mothefucking sink
Smokin' this ganja got demons just stink
Fucking a bitch then I'm kicking her out
She sucking my dick tryna get out the clout
I'm in the club with a mothefuckin' Glock
Step on my Jordans and you might get shot
Bitch I am crazy and I am unstable
Bitch I'm in Miami I got a draco
Riding this bitch like she came out the stable
Sucking me up sloppy top tornado
Eatin' my dick like it's corn on the cob
Swore on myself I ain't swearing to God
You stink at rapping boy, go get a job
Christ Dillinger clean, your boyfriend a slob
Nigga don't play with me, I'll kill your mom
Three types of molly is what I am on
You can get snort like a backwood or bong
Bad little puta and she in a thong
Niggas is broke
Niggas is mad
I spank your bitch like I'm her dad
Your whole career, shit was a fade
I'm in the front, these niggas last (Aye)