Don't play wit my Shorty's
We don't play wit 40s nah that ain't no glock
That FN got 223s in it I pull up
I'm making shit hot
I came with the coolant
I turn a hand to a machine wit a stock
I ain't got no glove
Ima load that bitch up wit shirt or a sock
I had to wack me a nigga
Just so I could get off my rocks
I stood over niggas and looked in they eye
While they beg me stop
Yo homie got shot
Cuz he out here acting like something he not
You at me on ig I don't reply
I just come shoot up yo block
No talking we stalk em
Hop out the whip and hawk em
Ambulance come come and white chalk em
You hear sirens you know we done caught em
Hit the cut rush em soon as I saw him
No lack that's what I just taugh em
Automatics these ain't no revolvers
Went and used em as I bought em
Police ain't saving nobody
Chicago ain't solving no bodies
So don't make me catch me no body
I aim for the head not no body
Got a bag for the shells I ain't sloppy
I go slide on my opps for a hobby
Put a bag on yo head now you money
Don't back to the city dummy
Don't play wit my Shorty's
We don't play wit 40s nah that ain't no glock
That FN got 223s in it I pull up
I'm making shit hot
I came with the coolant
I turn a hand to a machine wit a stock
I ain't got no glove
Ima load that bitch up wit shirt or a sock
I had to wack me a nigga
Just so I could get off my rocks
I stood over niggas and looked in they eye
While they beg me stop
Yo homie got shot
Cuz he out here acting like something he not
You at me on ig I don't reply
I just come shoot up yo block
Get rich and I might do a hit out the culinan
After yo funeral yo bitch was suckin dick
Signed me a deal and went bought me couple sticks
100 Round m16 really ain't got no kick
You gotta death wish I make it come true
Catch one of yo homies if i can't catch you
You ain't got it on you you fronting yo move
Don't run in the house cuz them shells coming thru
The tip on shells is blue and red
Ask yo homie wait you can't he dead
Yo shooter done took a lil shot to the leg
He won't come outside nomo he scared
Like Newport I take yo life wit a cig
My favorite part when they curl up and beg
Like durkio I'm tryna knock of yo dreads
You ain't die I hope OD on yo meds
Don't play wit my Shorty's
We don't play wit 40s nah that ain't no glock
That FN got 223s in it I pull up
I'm making shit hot
I came with the coolant
I turn a hand to a machine wit a stock
I ain't got no glove
Ima load that bitch up wit shirt or a sock
I had to wack me a nigga
Just so I could get off my rocks
I stood over niggas and looked in they eye
While they beg me stop
Yo homie got shot
Cuz he out here acting like something he not
You at me on ig I don't reply
I just come shoot up yo block
Bigg Man - No Talking (That Ain't No Glock) Lyrics
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Don't play wit my Shorty's
We don't play wit 40s nah that ain't no glock
That FN got 223s in it I pull up
I'm making shit hot
I came with the coolant
I turn a hand to a machine wit a stock
I ain't got no glove
Ima load that bitch up wit shirt or a sock
I had to wack me a nigga
Just so I could get off my rocks
I stood over niggas and looked in they eye
While they beg me stop
Yo homie got shot
Cuz he out here acting like something he not
You at me on ig I don't reply
I just come shoot up yo block
No talking we stalk em
Hop out the whip and hawk em
Ambulance come come and white chalk em
You hear sirens you know we done caught em
Hit the cut rush em soon as I saw him
No lack that's what I just taugh em
Automatics these ain't no revolvers
Went and used em as I bought em
Police ain't saving nobody
Chicago ain't solving no bodies
So don't make me catch me no body
I aim for the head not no body
Got a bag for the shells I ain't sloppy
I go slide on my opps for a hobby
Put a bag on yo head now you money
Don't back to the city dummy
Don't play wit my Shorty's
We don't play wit 40s nah that ain't no glock
That FN got 223s in it I pull up
I'm making shit hot
I came with the coolant
I turn a hand to a machine wit a stock
I ain't got no glove
Ima load that bitch up wit shirt or a sock
I had to wack me a nigga
Just so I could get off my rocks
I stood over niggas and looked in they eye
While they beg me stop
Yo homie got shot
Cuz he out here acting like something he not
You at me on ig I don't reply
I just come shoot up yo block
Get rich and I might do a hit out the culinan
After yo funeral yo bitch was suckin dick
Signed me a deal and went bought me couple sticks
100 Round m16 really ain't got no kick
You gotta death wish I make it come true
Catch one of yo homies if i can't catch you
You ain't got it on you you fronting yo move
Don't run in the house cuz them shells coming thru
The tip on shells is blue and red
Ask yo homie wait you can't he dead
Yo shooter done took a lil shot to the leg
He won't come outside nomo he scared
Like Newport I take yo life wit a cig
My favorite part when they curl up and beg
Like durkio I'm tryna knock of yo dreads
You ain't die I hope OD on yo meds
Don't play wit my Shorty's
We don't play wit 40s nah that ain't no glock
That FN got 223s in it I pull up
I'm making shit hot
I came with the coolant
I turn a hand to a machine wit a stock
I ain't got no glove
Ima load that bitch up wit shirt or a sock
I had to wack me a nigga
Just so I could get off my rocks
I stood over niggas and looked in they eye
While they beg me stop
Yo homie got shot
Cuz he out here acting like something he not
You at me on ig I don't reply
I just come shoot up yo block
We don't play wit 40s nah that ain't no glock
That FN got 223s in it I pull up
I'm making shit hot
I came with the coolant
I turn a hand to a machine wit a stock
I ain't got no glove
Ima load that bitch up wit shirt or a sock
I had to wack me a nigga
Just so I could get off my rocks
I stood over niggas and looked in they eye
While they beg me stop
Yo homie got shot
Cuz he out here acting like something he not
You at me on ig I don't reply
I just come shoot up yo block
No talking we stalk em
Hop out the whip and hawk em
Ambulance come come and white chalk em
You hear sirens you know we done caught em
Hit the cut rush em soon as I saw him
No lack that's what I just taugh em
Automatics these ain't no revolvers
Went and used em as I bought em
Police ain't saving nobody
Chicago ain't solving no bodies
So don't make me catch me no body
I aim for the head not no body
Got a bag for the shells I ain't sloppy
I go slide on my opps for a hobby
Put a bag on yo head now you money
Don't back to the city dummy
Don't play wit my Shorty's
We don't play wit 40s nah that ain't no glock
That FN got 223s in it I pull up
I'm making shit hot
I came with the coolant
I turn a hand to a machine wit a stock
I ain't got no glove
Ima load that bitch up wit shirt or a sock
I had to wack me a nigga
Just so I could get off my rocks
I stood over niggas and looked in they eye
While they beg me stop
Yo homie got shot
Cuz he out here acting like something he not
You at me on ig I don't reply
I just come shoot up yo block
Get rich and I might do a hit out the culinan
After yo funeral yo bitch was suckin dick
Signed me a deal and went bought me couple sticks
100 Round m16 really ain't got no kick
You gotta death wish I make it come true
Catch one of yo homies if i can't catch you
You ain't got it on you you fronting yo move
Don't run in the house cuz them shells coming thru
The tip on shells is blue and red
Ask yo homie wait you can't he dead
Yo shooter done took a lil shot to the leg
He won't come outside nomo he scared
Like Newport I take yo life wit a cig
My favorite part when they curl up and beg
Like durkio I'm tryna knock of yo dreads
You ain't die I hope OD on yo meds
Don't play wit my Shorty's
We don't play wit 40s nah that ain't no glock
That FN got 223s in it I pull up
I'm making shit hot
I came with the coolant
I turn a hand to a machine wit a stock
I ain't got no glove
Ima load that bitch up wit shirt or a sock
I had to wack me a nigga
Just so I could get off my rocks
I stood over niggas and looked in they eye
While they beg me stop
Yo homie got shot
Cuz he out here acting like something he not
You at me on ig I don't reply
I just come shoot up yo block
Writer: Davis Charmayne-El
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