Miss My Glock 26 Lyrics BIG30 ft. Lil Durk – King Of Killbranch

“Miss My Glock 26 Lyrics BIG30 ft. Lil Durk” sung by BIG30 ft. Lil Durk from the album King Of Killbranch represents the English Music Ensemble. The name of the song is Miss My Glock 2 by BIG30 & Lil Durk.

Miss My Glock 26 Lyrics BIG30 ft. Lil Durk

[Intro: BIG30]
(Mmm, Manny, cook that s^^t up)
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd
No pad, no pen s^^t
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd
Blrrrd, blrrrd, Big Blrrrd

[Chorus: BIG30]
No postin’ on my block, ayy, you either shoppin’ or servin’
.357 ‘cross my lap just for Mista, we purgin’
We whack s^^t on the scene, you blessed if you made it to surgery
He spoke on Geno, told my hitter, “Go get him, it’s urgent”
They put that battery in his back and ain’t even slide for him
He send a threat from a hospital bed, be quiet, boy
Big boy .45, boy, 1911, my slide toy
Every chain white or rose, this Gucci link my vibe choice

[Verse 1: BIG30 & Lil Durk]
Ayy, you did smoke? Then say somethin’, get too close, my n^^gas spray somethin’
For smokin’, Geno laced him, ‘fore he know it, them members faced him
Boy, you was d^^n near wasted, watch where you drop the location
That there my lil’ ho or my Gotti, my lil’ situation, that’s my lil’ s^^t
Man, f^^k all that, that’s my lil’ b^^ch
Louis frame, Louis kicks, exclusive gang, Louis V stitch
Got shot so many times and lived (Smurk), call him lil’ 50 Cent (Haha)
Ain’t had a nine in two years, I miss my Glock 26 (Brrah, let’s get it)

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Me and Von was fightin’ our case together, the state had to see our face together (Gang)
Switches go broom-broom, fifty-thousand to stitch his face together (Brrah)
I don’t like Qua’, I like Wock’, Wock’ in the Peach Crush because I taste it better (Let’s get it)
Louis belt with a hoodie to hide my dreads and hold my Drac’ together (On gang)
Fightin’ over hits, like where he go? S^^t, who chased him better? (Me)
Can’t trust these hoes from nobody hood no more, they backdoor, play together (B^^ch)
Me, I gotta keep a gun, I’ll drop my lo’ (Let’s get it), I gotta keep a fund, these killers ’round me (Let’s get it)
Ain’t never gon’ run, if it’s up, then it’s stuck (Let’s get it), and that’s on my son, n^^ga (Bah)
PPP got you feelin’ yourself, that’s a Cartier, it ain’t no Patek, n^^ga (P^^sy)
Touch two-five hundred K, on Pluto grave, I ain’t no average n^^ga (Grrah)
We done been through s^^t inside them trenches you can’t imagine, n^^ga (Let’s get it)
I’m with the same n^^gas, we used to hoop on crates inside them alleys, n^^ga (Man, what?)

[Chorus: BIG30]
No postin’ on my block, ayy, you either shoppin’ or servin’
.357 ‘cross my lap just for Mista, we purgin’
We whack s^^t on the scene, you blessed if you made it to surgery
He spoke on Geno, told my hitter, “Go get him, it’s urgent”
They put that battery in his back and ain’t even slide for him
He send a threat from a hospital bed, be quiet, boy
Big boy .45, boy, nine, 1911, my slide toy
Every chain white or rose, this Gucci link my vibe choice

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