21 Savage & Metro Boomin – Glock In My Lap (Audio, Lyrics)

Date 2020-10-03

Category Foreign Music, Lyrics, New Music

21 Savage & Metro Boomin collaborate on “Glock In My Lap”. Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song produced by Honorable C.N.O.T.E., Southside & Metro Boomin.

21 Savage & Metro Boomin Glock In My Lap

21 Savage & Metro Boomin Glock In My Lap

Those of us who love a good old fashioned dark banger have received the unholiest of gifts in 21 Savage and Metro Boomin’s Savage Mode 2. Appropriately setting off the year’s spookiest month, the anticipated sequel delivered no shortage of haunting instrumentals from one of the game’s most talented producers. On that note, “Glock In My Lap” might very well stand out as the most sinister beat of the year, made all the more effective by 21’s detached delivery.

Featuring additional contributions from Southside and Honorable C Note, “Glock In My Lap” begins straightforward, with urgent trap drums and an unsettling two-note piano riff. And then come the orchestral elements, a threatening addition that draws sonic comparisons to Dr. Dre’s vivid Relapse production. It’s exactly the sort of instrumental that 21 thrives on, imbuing each threat with a spine-tingling certainty.

21 Savage & Metro Boomin – Glock In My Lap (prod. Honorable C.N.O.T.E., Southside & Metro Boomin)

Lyrics

[Intro]
Y’all niggas stop playin’, nigga
Y’all niggas know what the fuck goin’ on
Big 4L, big steppers
Big footprints, pussy (Southside on the track, yeah)
Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy
Pussy, pussy, okay, 21 (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
Okay, 21, okay, 21 (Okay)
Okay (21, Metro Boomin want some more, nigga)
21, 21, 21

[Verse 1]
Big 4L, I’m a member (Yeah)
Leave an opp cold, like December (What?)
.45 on me, it’s a Kimber (And what?)
AK knockin’ down trees, like timber
Get your baby mama ‘fore we bend her (21)
Hit the windshield, not the fender (21)
Givin’ out smoke my agenda (21)
Throw the white flag, they surrender (Pussy)
All black tux, I’m a business man (Pussy)
Millionaire, still shakin’ killers hand (Woah)
Take the plug off and the middle man (Woah)
Spray the whole block, I don’t give a damn (Woah)
Fuck a nigga bitch, I’m a gentleman (21)
21, your bitch know I been the man (21)
Playin’ with the rock like I’m jigga man
Gotta look a nigga in the eyes when you kill a man

[Chorus]
Glock in my lap, everywhere I’m strapped
Most these rappers cap, I ain’t givin’ dap
Glenwood to the flat, used to rob and trap
Money tall, Shaq, choppa bullets, splat
Chuck E. Cheese, rat, we get rodents whacked
Way too many steppers, I can’t hold ’em back
Body full of scars, face full of tats
You pray on your knees, I pray to my strap

[Verse 2]
Say you want smoke, but the fire come with it
Money on your head, nigga, we’ll come get it
New Kel-Tec put a hun-dun in it
‘Partment so sweet, threw a honey bun it in
Keep it in the street, I ain’t doin’ no squealin’
I don’t never put women in my business
Full-time rapper, I ain’t doin’ no drillin’
Woah, woah, I can make a M in my sleep (Straight up)
17 breakin’ down a P (On God)
18 start sellin’ hard with Lil B
Hundred dollar three-five, a whip from D
Ridin’ down Glenwood, tank on E
All about the money, I ain’t never smoke weed
Cool young nigga, still take yo’ cheese (Pussy)
Not mine, this bitch for us (21)
The gang is what I trust (Straight up)
Don’t argue, we don’t fuss (Straight up)
No talkin’, he get touched (Straight up)
I can’t smoke my opps (On God)
‘Cause all my opps is dust (Pussy)
He think he the battery, we call him Elon Musk (Pussy)
Open your mouth when I bust (21)
Suck me up slow, but don’t rush (21)
Havin’ threesomes is a must (Straight up)
Hit it from the back and she cussed (On God)
I put his bitch in the Benz (21)
She used to ride on the bus (Damn)
I walk around with them thot packs (21)
But I ain’t got no yard rush

[Chorus]
Glock in my lap, everywhere I’m strapped
Most these rappers cap, I ain’t givin’ dap
Glenwood to the flat, used to rob and trap
Money tall, Shaq, choppa bullets, splat
Chuck E. Cheese, rat, we get rodents whacked
Way too many steppers, I can’t hold ’em back
Body full of scars, face full of tats
You pray on your knees, I pray to my strap

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