Chords for Glock In My Lap

_ _ _ [Ebm] Y'all need to stop playing.
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_ Y'all [Ebm] need to know what the fuck going [Bbm] on.
Big 4L, [Ebm] big stuffers, _ [Bbm] _
big footprints, [Ebm] _ pussy.
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Y'all was out on the [Ebm] track, yeah.
Pussy, pussy, [Bbm] _
pussy.
_ [Ebm] _ Okay.
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I don't know what to say.
[Ebm] _ _ _ [Gb] Come on.
_ _ [Ebm] He throw boomerang once in a while, [Fm] nigga.
Big 4L, I'm a member.
[Ebm] Leave a odd call like December.
[Fm]
4-5 on me, it's a Kimber.
[Ebm] AK knocking out trees like [Bbm] Timber.
Get your baby mama before we bender.
[Ebm] Hit the windshield, not the fender.
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Give me that smoke, my agenda.
[Ebm] Throw the white flag, they surrender.
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All black tux, I'm [Ebm] a Venice, man.
Me and that [F] still taking killer times.
Take the plug off in [Ebm] the middle, man.
Spray the whole block, I don't [Bbm] give a damn.
Fucking nigga bitch, I'm [Ebm] a gentleman.
21, your [Bb] bitch know I been a man.
Playing with the rock like [Ebm] I'm Jigga, man.
Gotta look a nigga in [Bbm] the eyes when you kill a man.
Glock in my [Ebm] lap.
Every while, [Bbm] scrap.
Mostly rappers, count.
[Ebm] I ain't giving, [Bbm] doubt.
Glenwood to the [Ebm] flat.
Used to rob, [Bbm] trap.
Money top, [Ebm] shack.
Chop a bullet, [Bbm] splat.
Turkey cheese, [Ebm] rack.
We get [Bbm] rodents, whack.
Way too many, [Ebm] stuffers.
I can't hold [Bbm] em, back.
Body full of [Ebm] scars.
Face full [Bbm] of tat.
You pray on your [Ebm] knees.
I pray to my [Bbm] scrap.
_ _ [Ebm] Say you want smoke, but the fight come with it.
[Bbm] Money on your head, nigga, we'll come get it.
[Ebm] New Caltech, put a Hyundai [F] in it.
Part me so sweet, throw a Honeybun in it.
[Ebm] Keep it in the street, I ain't doing no squealing.
I don't ever [Bbm] put women in my business.
[Ebm] Full-time rapper, I ain't doing no drilling.
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_ Whoa, [Ebm] whoa.
I can make an M in my street.
[Bbm] Straight up.
Sound team breaking out a P.
[Ebm] On God.
A-team starts selling hard with a [Bbm] little B.
Hundred dollar three-fiver whip from D.
Riding down Glenwood, tank [Bbm] on E.
All about the money, I ain't never [Ebm] smoke weed.
Cool young nigga, still [Bbm] take your cheese.
Pussy, I mind [Ebm] this bitch for us.
The gang [Bbm] is what I trust.
Don't argue, [Ebm] we don't fuss.
No talking, [Bbm] he get touched.
I [Ebm] can't smoke my opps,
cause all my opps is dust.
He think he the batter.
We call him [Bbm] Elon Musk.
Pussy, open your [Ebm] mouth when I bust.
[Bbm] Suck me up slow, don't rush.
Having [Ebm] three sons is a must.
Hit her from [Bbm] the back, she cuss.
On God, I put [Ebm] this bitch in the bed.
[Bbm] She used to ride on the bus.
I walk [Ebm] around with a thigh pad.
[Bbm] But I ain't got no yard rock.
In my [Ebm] lap, every walk.
[Bbm] Scrap, most these rappers,
I [Ebm] count.
I ain't giving you [N] doubt.
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