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Mmm, Manny cook that shit, uh (blrrrd, blrrrd-blrrrd)
No pad, no pen shit
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 shit 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
Ayy, you been smokin'? Say some', get too close, my niggas 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' hoe up, I got in my lil' situation, that my lil' shit
Might fuck out here, that my lil' bitch
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)
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? Shit, who chased them better? (Me)
Can't trust these hoes from nobody hood no more, they backdoor, play together (bitch)
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, nigga (bah)
PPP got you feelin' yourself, that's a Cartier, that ain't no Patek, nigga (pussy)
Touch 2-5 hunnid-K, on Pluto grave, I ain't no average nigga (grrah)
We done been through shit inside them trenches, you can't imagine, nigga (let's get it)
I'm with the same niggas, we used to hoop on crates inside them alleys, nigga (man, what?)
No postin' on my block, ayy, you either shoppin' or servin'
.357 'cross my lap, just for Mista, we purgin'
We whack shit 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
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"Miss My Glock 26" de BIG30, con la colaboración de Lil Durk (aunque la letra provista no lo menciona explícitamente), es una canción que explora el mundo violento y despiadado del trap desde la perspectiva de un individuo involucrado profundamente en él. La letra está llena de referencias a armas de fuego, violencia, drogas (codeína y prometazina, indicadas por "Wock'") y un estilo de vida opulento (ropa de marca, joyas caras). El contexto social y emocional retrata un entorno extremadamente peligroso, donde la lealtad, la traición y la venganza son moneda corriente. La canción no glorifica la violencia, sino que la presenta como una realidad cruda e inescapable para el narrador, quien expresa nostalgia por un arma específica ("Miss My Glock 26"), lo cual revela su dependencia en la violencia para su seguridad y supervivencia. El estilo del artista se caracteriza por un crudo realismo, una actitud desafiante y una falta de sentimentalismo, reflejando una personalidad endurecida por la experiencia. Su flujo y elección de palabras contribuyen a la intensidad y atmósfera oscura de la canción.
Mmm, Manny cook that shit, uh (blrrrd, blrrrd-blrrrd) No pad, no pen shit 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 shit 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 Ayy, you been smokin'? Say some', get too close, my niggas 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' hoe up, I got in my lil' situation, that my lil' shit Might fuck out here, that my lil' bitch 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) 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? Shit, who chased them better? (Me) Can't trust these hoes from nobody hood no more, they backdoor, play together (bitch) 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, nigga (bah) PPP got you feelin' yourself, that's a Cartier, that ain't no Patek, nigga (pussy) Touch 2-5 hunnid-K, on Pluto grave, I ain't no average nigga (grrah) We done been through shit inside them trenches, you can't imagine, nigga (let's get it) I'm with the same niggas, we used to hoop on crates inside them alleys, nigga (man, what?) No postin' on my block, ayy, you either shoppin' or servin' .357 'cross my lap, just for Mista, we purgin' We whack shit 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
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