21 Savage & Metro Boomin — Glock in My Lap ChopNotSlop Remix

[Intro] Fuck it, spin again Chop it, quick Roll the window down quick Y'all niggas stop playin', nigga Y'all niggas know what the fuck goin' on Big 4L, big steppers Big footprints, pussy (Southside on the track, yeah) Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy Pussy, pussy, okay, 21 (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.) Okay, 21, okay, 21 (Okay) Okay, 21 (Metro Boomin want some more, nigga) 21, 21, 21 [Verse 1] Big 4L, I'm a member (Yeah) Leave an opp cold, like December (What?) .45 on me, it's a Kimber (And what?) AK knockin' down trees, like timber Get your baby mama 'fore we bend her (21) Hit the windshield, not the fender (21) Givin' out smoke my agenda (21) Throw the white flag, they surrender (Pussy) Big-Big 4L, I'm a membеr (Yeah) Leave an opp cold, likе December (What?) .45 on me, it's a Kimber (And what?) AK knockin' down trees, like timber Big 4L, I'm a member (Yeah) Leave an opp cold, like December (What?) (December, December, December, December, December) Big 4, Big 4L, I'm a member (Yeah) Leave an opp cold, like December (What?) .4, .45 on me, it's a Kimber (And what?) AK, AK knockin' down trees, like timber Get your, get your baby mama 'fore we bend her (21) Hit the wind, hit the windshield, not the fender (21) Givin' out, givin' out smoke my agenda (21) Throw the white, throw the white flag, they surrender (Pussy) All black tux, I'm a businessman (Pussy) Millionaire, still shakin' killers hand (Woah) Take the plug off and the middle man (Woah) Spray the whole block, I don't give a damn (Woah) Fuck a nigga bitch, I'm a gentleman (21) 21, your bitch know I been the man (21) Playin' with the rock like I'm Jigga man Gotta look a nigga in the eyes when you kill a man [Chorus] Glock in my lap Everywhere I'm strapped Most these rappers cap I ain't, I ain't givin' dap Glenwood, Glenwood to the flat Used to, used to rob and trap Money, money tall, Shaq Choppa, Choppa bullets, splat Chuck E., Chuck E. Cheese, rat We get, we get rodents whacked Way too, way too many steppers I can't hold 'em back Body, body full of scars Face full of tats You pray, you pray on your knees I pray to my strap [Verse 2] Say you want smoke, but the fire come with it Money on your head, nigga, we'll come get it New Kel-Tec put a hun-dun in it 'Partment so sweet, threw a honey bun in it Keep it in the street, I ain't doin' no squealin' I don't never put women in my business Full-time rapper, I ain't doin' no drillin' Woah, woah, I can make a M in my sleep (Straight up) 17 breakin' down a P (On God) 18 start sellin' hard with Lil B Hundred dollar three-five, a whip from D Ridin' down Glenwood, tank on E All about the money, I ain't never smoke weed Cool-Cool young nigga, still take yo' cheese (Pussy) All about the money, I ain't never smoke weed Cool young nigga, still take yo' cheese (Pussy) All about the money, I ain't never smoke weed Cool young nigga, still take yo' cheese (Pussy) Not mine, this bitch for us (21) The gang is what I trust (Straight up) Don't argue, we don't fuss (Straight up) No talkin', he get touched (Straight up) Girl, I can't smoke my opps (On God) 'Cause all my opps is dust (Pussy) He said he think he the battery We call him Elon Musk (Pussy) Open your, open your mouth when I bust (21) Suck me up slow, don't rush (21) Havin' three, havin' threesomes is a must (Straight up) Hit it from, hit it from the back and she cussed (On God) I put his, I put his bitch in the Benz (21) She used to ride on the bus (Damn) I-I-I-I walk around with them thigh pads (21) But I ain't got no yard rushed I put his bitch in the Benz (21) She used to ride on the bus (Damn) I walk around with them thigh pads (21) But I ain't got no yard rushed I put his bitch in the Benz (21) She used to ride on the bus (Damn) I walk around with them thigh pads (21) But I ain't got no yard rushed [Chorus] Glock in my lap Everywhere I'm strapped Most, most these rappers cap I ain't givin' dap Glenwood, Glenwood to the flat Used to, used to rob and trap Money, money tall, Shaq Choppa, Choppa bullets, splat Chuck E., Chuck E. Cheese, rat We get, we get rodents whacked Way too, way too many steppers I can't, I can't hold 'em back Body, body full of scars Face, face full of tats You pray, you pray on your knees I pray to my strap [Outro] Yeah, savage life ain't for everybody, man Throw the white flag, they surrender (Pussy) So if you ain't 'bout that life Throw the white flag, they surrender (Pussy) They stole the white flag, it's some real shit We keep it real G's It's really about that life Savage Mode II Throw the white flag, they surrender