Smiley, Pressa - 38 lyrics

(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
I keep a Glock, a 38, uh
I keep a Glock, a 38, uh
I keep a Glock, a 38, uh
I keep a Glock, yeah, uh

I keep a Glock, a 38 i bought a brick
I'm in the trap but only
Came with 28 grams total
Bitch, I feel like Jessie James
My mind is steady trippin'
Hope this weed will eat my brain
Bitch, I hope it stimulate my brain
T Dub in the cut, I call him mister getaway
My crodie buss an AP
But I told 'em show a plane
'Cause it's plane jane sky-dweller
Ran up twenty k, nigga
We kick your door, nigga
Everybody on the floor, nigga
Boy if you trappin' in this
Bitch, answer your phone, nigga
Catch me with 35, see crodie
He a known hitter
I was out there trappin' all night
Came home to cold dinners
I was out there ballin' all night
No one to coach me
My junkie fiendin' all night
Gave him a bogie jumped in the stoley
Crodie went got a trophy
So shoutout crodie 'cause half of
These niggas got cold feet

I was trappin' by Troby's, started with an OZ
My bitch caught me cheatin'
Had to blame it on the brodie
Losin' friends, findin' peace
Shit gettin' lonely
Buy or Bye loadin', I'm still here recordin'
They gotta be jokin', I'm on beats floatin'
I'm over here explodin'
We over here explorin'
Took her on the P j, had her wearin' PJ's
Fucked her on my B day, MK on the three-way
She wanna come the live way, I'm tired
Fucked her sideways
She gonna be my side bitch
This molly got me high pitched
Shooters in the next whip
Called but I missed it
Bro said I'm gifted, he fell off, yeah
He drifted she know I'm on a mission
I can't explain the vision
She wanna wear Christian
I miss my brother Tristian
She wanna be my vixen, I fucked
It then I dissed it, yeah
She wanna suck on Kill means, she a groupie
And it was me that filmed that bitch
Like I'm Omji
And my money only clean once in the laundry
Draco got a fat ass clip, call it Cardi
Bro-Bro in the cut and he
Bring it in the party
I fuck with her, she think she grown, yeah
My brother son is like my own, gang, huh
Watch your mouth, watch your tone, bitch, huh
She fuck me with, she want a loan, yeah
I get her wet, I bring her on roads
My fiends high, just like a drone, huh?
My glizzy yell, it doesn't moan, no
I love my gang, I love my bros, yeah
I love designer, love my loafs
It's me and Pressa, she wanna chill, huh?
Pour up my cup, I like it filled, yeah
They do it solo, don't need a pill