Lyrics: Maceo Madison Jr
Music: Maceo Madison Jr
Keep a Glock on my side (Keep a Glock on my side)
Tell me shawty, is you wit' it tonight
(Aye, PSYKIDD)
Just say the word and I'll do it, lil' nigga
Just say the word and I'll hit 'em
Young nigga, runnin' through the pack like rats
The realest in this bitch, just check my stats
I got a kick-off andy they be kinda mad
Nigga ain't playin' tonight
Choppa made that bocar go fast
Now, that broke bitch out of sight
Dress in all black like a thief in the night
Gon' stick to the code, so I read him his rights
He a muh'****in' leech, stay away from the body
Lil' nigga, who dying tonight?
I set it off like it's dynamite
I know he a bitch, I can see through the hype
Cardiac, glisten 'til we outta sight
I just stay on my shit just to skip through the night, and I
(Yeah)
Keep a Glock on my side (Keep a Glock on my side)
Tell me shawty, is you wit' it tonight?
I talk to god 'cause hе ain't hearing me right
No time for angеls, yeah
I'ma **** on that bitch on the freeway
No, that ****boy get no leeway
Take a shot to that bih like I'm Hedae
Take a bite out that bih like I'm Haise
Stick to the plan, lil' bitch, you in my way
I wish you would listen to what I say
Yeah, I wish you would stick to the plan
You know that I love you, nigga
I wish you would stick to the plan
There was no one above you, nigga
Now, all I do is stay in my head and pour up a cup, lil' nigga
Let's do it
Now, that you gone, lil' nigga, when I never miss
Now, get out my body, get in my body
For you, you can tell by the fit
[Chorus: Exøtix & luvdes]
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Keep a Glock on my side (Keep a Glock on my side)
Tell me shawty, is you wit' it tonight?
I talk to god 'cause he ain't hearing me right
No time for angels, yeah
[Verse 4: luvdes]
Tell me what you want, 'cause I don't know
Breaking my heart, oh, yeah, you scare me
Fallin' apart, we movin' on
Get it together, 'cause I know you better than this
This ain’t what I wanted, but this what I got
Tell me all your secrets, 'cause you got a lot
Ooh, you don't see you're the problem, that tells me a lot
Blowing my phone up, yeah, you gotta stop
Tell me that you want me tonight
You show up to my house and fuss up a fight
The way you move, yeah, I can’t do it, no lie
Don’t talk to me like I'm a nobody, hi?
No time for angels, yeah