Miss My Glock 26 (feat. Lil Durk)

Mmm, Manny, cook that shit up

Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd

No pad, no pen shit

Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd

Blrrrd, blrrrd, big blrrrd

No posting on my block, aye, you either shopping or serving

.357 'cross my lap just for Mista, we purging

We wack shit on the scene, you blessed if you made it to surgery

He spoke on Gino, told my hitta, "Go get him, it's urgent"

They put that battery in his back and I ain't even slide for him

He sending threats from a hospital bed, be quiet boy

Big Boy .45, boy, 1911 my slide toy

Every chain white and rose, this Gucci link my vibe choice

Aye, if it's smoke then say some', get to close, my **** spray some'

For smoking, Gino laced him fo' he know it, them members faced him

Boy, you was damn near wasted, watch where you drop that location

That ain't my lil' hoe or my gal, thats my lil' situation

That's my lil' shit, mane, fuck all that, thats my lil' bitch

Louis frames, Louis kicks, Exclusive Game, Louis V stitch

Got shot so many times and lived, call him "Lil' 50 Cent" (Smurk)

Ain't had a .9 in two years, I miss my Glock 26 (Brrah, let's get it)

Me and Von was fighting our case together

The state hate to see our face together (Gang)

Switches go, "Blroom-blroom" (Brrah)

Fifty thousand to stitch his face together

Ion like Qua, I like Wock-wock in a Peach Crush

Because I taste it better

Louis belt with a hoodie to hide my dreads

And hold my Drac together

Fighting over hits like, "Where he go?"

Shit, who chased him better?

Can't trust these hoes from nobody hood no more

They back door play together (Bitch)

Me, I gotta keep a gun, I drop my loc (Let's get it)

I gotta keep a fund, these killas 'round me (Let's get it)

Ain't never gone run, if it's up, then it's stuck (Let's go)

And that's on my son, ****

PPP got you feeling yourself, that's a Cartier, that ain't no Patek, **** (Pussy)

Touch two-five hundred K on Pluto grave, I ain't no average **** (Grrah)

We done been through shit inside them trenches you can't imagine, ****

I'm with the same ****, we used to hoop on crates inside them alleys, **** (Man, what?)

No posting on my block, aye, you either shopping or serving

.357 'cross my lap just for Mista, we purging

We wack shit on the scene, you blessed if you made it to surgery

He spoke on Gino, told my hitta, "Go get him, it's urgent"

They put that battery in his back and I ain't even slide for him

He sending threats from a hospital bed, be quiet, boy

Big Boy .45, boy, 1911 my slide toy

Every chain white and rose, this Gucci link my vibe choice