Abmg Spitta - My Glocc Lyrics

Me myself and my glock cant let em put me in a brown pine box
I was 16 when my dog got shot
Remember when my mama found them shells in her car
What was on her mind thinking did i kill a opp
Suppose to be yo baby but yo son on the block
Suppose to be my dog in reality he not
When i seen his name on that statement i was shocked
Nigga got the streets on dread i mean lock
Throwing Cs cuz I'm cool boy don't make a nigga hot
Playing like my homie he gone plot to get me shot
Got my mind off them bitches went to chasing me some guap
Cuh doing drills off them xans got amnesia
Left the 40 i got my Nina she a diva
She be sicking niggas like a golden retriever
Quarterbacking opps them bullets caught he a receiver
Get a nigga gone i erase and delete ya
Only bitch I'm worried bout is Mary Jane and Breesha
Damn
No i cant forget about my Nina
Me myself and my glock we in a beamer
4 Nick with the big heads just like gina
Chris brown i cant beef with him cuz he a singer
Yeah that boy a bitch i could just tell by his demeanor
Cuh come and wipe a nigga out like he a cleaner
Took a nigga bitch got that bag grass greener
I ain't wifing shit let my dog tag team her
Ima cool nigga it get hot like jalapeño
Yung Miami bitch but i don't think her name caresha
Me myself and my glock cant let em put me in a brown pine box
I was 16 when my dog got shot
Remember when my mama found them shells in her car
What was on her mind thinking did i kill a opp
Suppose to be yo baby but yo son on the block
Suppose to be my dog in reality he not
When i seen his name on that statement i was shocked

Me myself and my glock cant let em put me in a brown pine box
I was 16 when my dog got shot
Remember when my mama found them shells in her car
What was on her mind thinking did i kill a opp
Suppose to be yo baby but yo son on the block
Suppose to be my dog in reality he not
When i seen his name on that statement i was shocked
Nigga got the streets on dread i mean lock
Throwing Cs cuz I'm cool boy don't make a nigga hot
Playing like my homie he gone plot to get me shot
Got my mind off them bitches went to chasing me some guap
Cuh doing drills off them xans got amnesia
Left the 40 i got my Nina she a diva
She be sicking niggas like a golden retriever
Quarterbacking opps them bullets caught he a receiver
Get a nigga gone i erase and delete ya
Only bitch I'm worried bout is Mary Jane and Breesha
Damn
No i cant forget about my Nina
Me myself and my glock we in a beamer
4 Nick with the big heads just like gina
Chris brown i cant beef with him cuz he a singer
Yeah that boy a bitch i could just tell by his demeanor
Cuh come and wipe a nigga out like he a cleaner
Took a nigga bitch got that bag grass greener
I ain't wifing shit let my dog tag team her
Ima cool nigga it get hot like jalapeño
Yung Miami bitch but i don't think her name caresha
Me myself and my glock cant let em put me in a brown pine box
I was 16 when my dog got shot
Remember when my mama found them shells in her car
What was on her mind thinking did i kill a opp
Suppose to be yo baby but yo son on the block
Suppose to be my dog in reality he not
When i seen his name on that statement i was shocked