Miss My Glock 26

(Mmm, Manny cook that Sh*t, uh)
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd
No pad, no pen Sh*t
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd
Blrrrd, blrrrd, Big Blrrrd

No postin on my block, ayy, you either shoppin or servin
.357 cross my lap, just for Mista, we purgin
We whack Sh*t on the scene, you blessed if you made it to surgery
He spoke on Geno, told my hitter, 'Go get him, its urgent'
They put that battery in his back and I aint even slide for him
He send a threat from a hospital bed, be quiet, boy
Big boy .45, boy, nine, ten, eleven, my slide toy
Every chain white or rose but this Gucci link my vibe choice

[Verse 1 : BIG30 & Lil Durk]
Ayy, you been smokin? Say some, get too close, my ni***s spray some
For smokin, Geno laced him, fore he know it, the members faced him
Boy, you were damn near wasted, watch where you drop the location
Did all my lil ho up, I got in my lil situation, that my lil Sh*t
Might **** out here, that my lil B*tch
Louis frame, Louis kicks, exclusive gang, Louis V stitch
Got shot so many times and lived (Smurk), call him Lil 50 Cent
I had a nine in two years , I miss my Glock 26 (Brrah, lets 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 dont like Qua, I like Wock, Wock in the Peach crush because I taste it better (Lets 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? Sh*t, who chased them better? (Me)
Cant trust these hoes from nobody hood no more, they backdoor, play together (B*tch)
Me, I gotta keep a gun, Ill drop my lo (Lets get it), I gotta keep a fund, these killers round me (Lets get it)
Aint never gon run, if its up, then its stuck (Lets get it), and thats on my son, ni**a (Bah)
PPP got you feelin yourself , thats a Cartier, that aint no Patek, ni**a (P*ssy)
Touch two-five hunnid-K, on Pluto grave, I aint no average ni**a (Grrah)
We done been through Sh*t inside them trenches, you cant imagine, ni**a (Lets get it)
Im with the same ni***s, we used to hoop on crates inside them alleys, ni**a ( Man, what?)

No postin on my block, ayy, you either shoppin or servin
.357 cross my lap, just for Mista, we purgin
We whack Sh*t on the scene , you blessed if you made it to surgery
He spoke on Geno, told my hitter, 'Go get him, its urgent'
They put that battery in his back and I aint even slide for him
He send a threat from a hospital bed, be quiet, boy
Big boy .45, boy, nine, ten, eleven, my slide toy
Every chain white or rose but this Gucci link my vibe choice