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, it's urgent"
They put that battery in his back and I ain't 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, let's 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 don't like Qua', I like Wock', Wock' in the Peach crush because I taste it better (Let's 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)
Can't trust these hoes from nobody hood no more, they backdoor, play together (B*tch)
Me, I gotta keep a gun, I'll drop my lo' (Let's get it), I gotta keep a fund, these killers 'round me (Let's get it)
Ain't never gon' run, if it's up, then it's stuck (Let's get it), and that's on my son, ni**a (Bah)
PPP got you feelin' yourself, that's a Cartier, that ain't no Patek, ni**a (P*ssy)
Touch two-five hunnid-K, on Pluto grave, I ain't no average ni**a (Grrah)
We done been through Sh*t inside them trenches, you can't imagine, ni**a (Let's get it)
I'm 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, it's urgent"
They put that battery in his back and I ain't 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