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Kevin Gates - Glock Stayin Cocked lyrics

[Intro]
Gus make my beats I'm straight with tracks, cousin
Aim, freeze
The Glock staying cocked, aim, freeze [x3]

[Verse 1: Kevin Gates]
I put that on my life, my hoe, my BG's in training
Fleeing from the DT's, my street getting strangled
When I'm hungry gotta have it, so the heaters don't go crazy
You know Travis, that's my nigga, you can miss me with that hating
Knowing life ain't nothing easy so I keep one in the chamber
Be with Beezy, my lil' Beezy, you know me, you know a gangsta
Stole my quarter bird, so I don't reason with you fakers
Ran up on [?] show my teeth, and got to banging
My momma know I'm gutta', my momma know I'm strapped
She know I killed Akeem and Keith ain't try to murder back
She know Kristina and Alicia keep my dirty gats
She know you take a shot at me, I'm sending thirty back
Gates on the muscle, got base for a customer
Weight what I shuffle, so my cake on the up and up
I fuck with solid niggas, hoping that they tell the truth to me
People point the finger based on how a nigga used to be
[Chorus]
Glock staying' cocked, you aim, squeeze [x8]

[Verse 2: Kevin Gates]
For my protection Ima' squeeze the fifth, not just where my fingers at
Niggas know my altercation basic, where I see it at
Badger me with questions, I don't answer, don't believe in that
Claim that you supposed to know, asking where I keep it at
My team like my silencer, 40 get my business handled
Dirty urine samples [?], and had to go to jail
Went and make my lawyer fight, reduction got me out on bail
Gates be like "fuck the parish", throttle through the red light
We get apprehended, district send us to the fed line
Only words of wisdom, if you sleeping it ain't bedtime
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Now I'm drinking water for my kidneys, trynna' piss it off
Niggas with that stitch, get that issue when we pick em' off
I can't comprehend you talking' reckless on the cellular
Life is too depressing to be stressing on the regular
Disconnect my chirp, my cousin out in Tennessee
Standing on the block with foots, I could sip a lot of lean [x9]

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Kevin Gates]
How you adjusted to the pressure when your people always help you out?
Niggas was your niggas would they really try and sell you out
Show you what my mail about, my album on a later date
Confessions of a casualty, turn around on Labor Day
Now I'm out here every day
On the grind, slangin' yay
Serious bout' my benjamin's, I'll stick you all off in your face
Fresh in my white tee
Licking on my white teeth
Feted through my avenue, similar to Spike Lee
You could Do The Right Thing
Or get hit with the night beam
Any disrespecting, with my weapon Ima' sling a few
Binocular precision, with this Smith an Wesson when I aim at you
God answer prayers, always knew that I get it straight
Even as a child watching Jenny Jones and Ricky Lake
Been about that action, got a scratching for a bigger plate
Bitter with the [?] make me better
Learn to drop my nuts too takin chances, made me cheddar

[Gates Speaking]
You see what the fuck I be talking' bout?
Nigga can't even support they head
But you know my drug habit cost more than some of you niggas rent
Get it right, keep Gates name in ya mouth, Ima' bat the fuck out you

[Chorus]

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