DP - Glass Casket lyrics

rate me

(Hook)

(And I stand on watch on my right E)

(Never sleep without a Glock or my knifey)

(Chopper in my right he)

(Prayn God forgive me, prayn God forgive me)

(Verse)

Bad lil' Tyler, use to tap it off his rocker

A punk burf, I put the Glock to the doctor

Told 'em take me to the pharmacy, I need perkin' set to noxies

To distribute to the drugged out mommas

I need a profi, got a cop, that megatron

Fast fourteen years, I need a cup of Viron

That .38 was at my waist side

Mama neva knew I had to work inside the big line

I ain't lyin', I think it's time I tell 'er

Her baby boy clockin' more numbers than a ledger

Allegedly sellin' ecstasy to adolescents

Need a bisic for coast for coast storms that I don't weather

(Hook)

(And I stand on watch on my right E)

(Never sleep without a Glock or my knifey)

(Chopper in my right he)

(Prayn God forgive me, prayn God forgive me)

(Verse)

I heard these niggas is speakin' all on my name lately

Well, that's fine, the Glock 9 millimine's fakey

Only traces of blood from earth to heaven' basement

Bloody stainless in the same hands I pray with

Stature of five nine but I walk like a May 6

In a world full of anguish, these niggas rat to be players

Workin' with the law, might as well be the bay lift

Campainin' for these crackers, fuckin' mail send their pay list

For a second I can't take it, but like a fat bitch in a chain

I see the make fit

I'm bringin' flavor to the tasteless

Supplyin' style to the brand nameless

Until they got 'em on some burn and make mistake shit

Mind stay structured, crooked like you need braces

Bruh, I need a mil to forget the ridicule and anguish

I move with criminals whose patience is minimal

With more time than money, so there really ain't shit to lose