Glocks don't jam chords by Dubbo
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Intro 1
(A minor) (F major)
(A minor)
(F major)
(A minor)
Verse 1
Glock (A minor) keep
jammin' and jammin' and jammin'
So fuck it, out we go
I had to go hit the road with my bro
Swear to God we was trappin' alone
Phones turned off, had to chop at the corner
We was servin' the white for the nose
Sun goin' down, had to get a motel
Cause we know it was
goin' for the low
Goin' through the most
and I swear some would drop shit
So we hit the block,
took it all with the chopstick
You say it went south,
(E major) but you know we in and (A minor) out, bitch
Lost to the block,
cause he left in a stretcher
Blood (B major) on the scene,
so this (A minor) gold couldn't mess up
I'm applying the pressure,
I'm never gon' let up
When I'm gon' slide,
I'm gon' come for the neck up
Stop asking what happened,
I do what I do
Come out your jack (B minor) et and
(A minor) come out your shoes
Fendi with me,
he gon' know when to shoot
Get on the ground, cause we
came for the loot
Counting this chicken,
kinda make me tired
Walked in the (B major) crib,
had to go (A minor) get my eye
I trap in these streets,
so I keep me some fire
You know I'm a G, so I got a third eye
Why they keep capping,
I don't know why
I'm sick of the (B major) bops,
I'm (A minor) sick of the lies
Gotta maintain, gotta know what to do
(F major) Stay off the whip,
(A minor) cause they comin' for you
This ain't no lie, bitch,
I'm tellin' the truth
We beat (B major) up the block
and we beat (A minor) it up well
All of my missions, success never fail
I am a boss, when I step,
they gon' step
When I say shoot,
they gon' shoot with the deuce
All of my troopers, they know what to do
Glock keep jammin' and
jammin' and jammin'
So fuck it, out we go
I had to go hit the road with my bro
(B major) Swear to God, we was trap (A minor) pin' alone
Phone turned off, had to trap at the corner
We was servin' a wife for the nose
Sun goin' down, had to (F major) get a motel
I'm at the trap (A minor) house,
serving the fiends
Hands kept shaking,
I'm spill (F major) ing the lean
Pop (A minor) me a Perkin,
but dick in her spleen
She thought she was bad, bougie and mean
I keep a stick when I ride by my dolo
So don't get too close,
get that bitch in my jeans
Chop it from double,
turn you to a fiend
I'm flipping the white and
I'm flipping the green
It ain't take me too long to get up
Pray to the God, ain't no such thing as (F major) luck
I (A minor) got them pushing,
yeah, them L's do suck
Trapping and trapping,
I'm known for the plug
I'm known for the jiggas,
I'm known for the white
Lil' buddy healing,
then go get him a Sprite
Them lil' niggas mine,
gotta go get them right
I sit on the block with a
Glock fucking knife
Glock (B major) keep (A minor) jamming and
jamming and jamming
So fuck get (F major) it out we gone
(A minor) I had to go hit the
road with my bro
Swear to god we was trappin' alone
Phones turned off
had the trap at the corner
We was serving the white for the nose
Sun going down had to get a motel
Cause we know it was going for the low
Glock keep jamming and
jamming and jamming
So fuck (F major) get it out we gone
(A minor) I had to go hit the road with my bro
Swear to god we was trappin' alone
Phones turned off
had the trap at the corner
We was serving the white for the nose
Sun going down had to get a motel
Cause we know it was going for the
low (F major) (A minor)
(F major)
(A minor)
(F major)
(A minor)
(F major) Thanks
(A minor)
Glocks don't jam
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