BabyDrill - GlockHouse Lyrics

(What it do, Flip?)
It's a Glock inside the living room, Glock inside the kitchen (hold on)
It's a Glock inside my bedroom, Glock right by the fridge (bitch)

Glock house, come in here, get hit (glizzy)
Brrt-brrt, gunned down, we put switch on this, huh (what that make?)
Young nigga, hundred round, tryna hit the bitch (come on)
We caught 'em ten deep in a huddle, had to send a blitz (woo)
AR knock like seven niggas down (seven), bitch, I'm new Michael Vick
They took my dog, they turned me madman, bitch, I went John Wick (baow, baow)
Hopped out the car and walked him down, one survived, the other one flipped
Can't raise his son, huh
Deadbeat (dead), deadbeat (dead), deadbeat (dead), dead, huh
Deadbeat (dead), deadbeat (dead), deadbeat (dead), dead
I'm in here dead, dead (dead), dead, dead (dead), dead, dead (dead), dead

If you got kids, tell them you love them 'cause smoke with 'Drill won't make you back
Ain't none of these bitches life snatchin' (come on), shit get real out here (woo)
Ain't no such thing as a life jacket, we in the field out here, huh (field here)
Still get back for the get-back for the shit you said that you thought was gon' get back
Shit gon' get you bitch slapped or gon' get your ass kidnaped (BabyDrill)
I know your mama, nigga, stop actin' like you're really with that (stop actin')
They were some grade-A students
He went to college, came home a gangster, he transformed (frrt)
I'm in the Glock house with the shooters
We in the kitchen brainstormin' (come on to the kitchen)

Glock house, come in here, get hit (glizzy)
Brrt-brrt, gunned down, we put switch on this, huh (what that make?)
Young nigga, hundred round, tryna hit the bitch (come on)
We caught 'em ten deep in a huddle, had to send a blitz (woo)
AR knock like seven niggas down (seven), bitch, I'm new Michael Vick
They took my dog, they turned me madman, bitch, I went John Wick (baow, baow)
Hopped out the car and walked him down, one survived, the other one flipped
Can't raise a son, huh
Deadbeat (dead), deadbeat (dead), deadbeat (dead), dead, huh
Deadbeat (dead), deadbeat (dead), deadbeat (dead), dead
I'm in here dead, dead (dead), dead, dead (dead), dead, dead (dead), dead

Man, f*ck that nigga, he the reason that I'm pullin' triggers (pussy)
I looked up to killers, BabyDrill didn't have no father figure (f*ck that nigga)
Pull up bustin' niggas, after the first one turned to a heartless killer (boom)
They didn't believe in me, they just ridin' the wave, I'm really the hardest nigga (hardest)
Glock house, try walk in with FN, we had robbed the nigga (give me that)
Geeked up, ayy, this scroom, I feel like I'm a Martian, nigga (mm)
Off the set, throwin' up Bs with the Cartis, try to reach, I kill 'em (woo)
Niggas speak on blood, he gotta die, put that shit on Brenda (that's on Brenda, nigga)

Glock house, come in here, get hit (glizzy)
Brrt-brrt, gunned down, we put switch on this, huh (what that make?)
Young nigga, hundred round, tryna hit the bitch (come on)
We caught 'em ten deep in a huddle, had to send a blitz (woo)
AR knock like seven niggas down (seven), bitch, I'm new Michael Vick
They took my dog, they turned me madman, bitch, I went John Wick (baow, baow)
Hopped out the car and walked him down, one survived, the other one flipped
Can't raise a son, huh
Deadbeat (dead), deadbeat (dead), deadbeat (dead), dead, huh
Deadbeat, deadbeat, deadbeat, dead
I'm in here dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead