Glock
I guess I'm out like a light
Phony niggas tryna run up, we gon' fight
I guess your pussy real tight
Fuck you nigga, give a fuck about who you like
We just slidin' and this beat is really nice
We just ridin', give a fuck about your life
Bitch, what happened? Now you jumpin' like a rabbit
Bitch, what happened? Now I'm countin' all my cabbage
Bitch, what happened? Can you please stop all that cappin'
Bitch, what happened? You been sleepin', here's a mattress
I had business for you niggas, had bank accounts
Barry black, and I'm serious, and I run my rounds
In a conversation nigga, yo eyes to the ground
I'm the motherfuckin' king, nigga, where's my crown
The only thing I wish,
is a nigga would
Snatch my chain,
call the gang,
comin' through your hood
Bitch, I'm not playin',
pop a bean Super sayin' I'm the greatest, y'all just playin
Dollars thrown, now it's raining, okay now Bitch, I'm not playin', pop a bean
Super sayin' I'm the greatest, y'all just playin' Dollars thrown, now its raining
okay now
Fuck, fuck your hoe, Barry Black, they fuck your hoe
Catchin' throes, Barry Black, they catchin' throes
Gettin lit, man, my niggas flipped brick
Talkin' shit, got Xtendo on the stick
30 rounds, man,
you niggas 30 rounds
30 rounds, man, we slayin' through your ground
Hit the ground, now you niggas hit the ground This is Barry Black's, motherfuckin' round
Shit, it's Payday, fellas
I said, it's fuckin' Payday, motherfuckin
Gutta got a brand new Glock In this trap spot, a one-stop shop
Anything you need, nigga, hit the hot spot Phone steady boomin', nigga, yeah, got crack rocks
Anything you need, always on the move Hit my fuckin' line, I'ma slide straight through
JuJu keep that Glock and he finna bust a move If a nigga move, then my nigga finna shoot
What they finna do? Chopper clear the room
What they finna do? They chopper murk you, you and you
I don't know about you, but I keep my tooth I hope them niggas know that we gon' probably kill a few
Fuck they finna do? And we ain't have shit
And we was on the block and we was slayin' all them bricks
We couldn't trust them niggas, so we kept a fuckin' grip
My nigga drop a Benz and he was like
You suck a dick, bitch
Phony niggas tryna run up, we gon' fight
I guess your pussy real tight
Fuck you nigga, give a fuck about who you like
We just slidin' and this beat is really nice
We just ridin', give a fuck about your life
Bitch, what happened? Now you jumpin' like a rabbit
Bitch, what happened? Now I'm countin' all my cabbage
Bitch, what happened? Can you please stop all that cappin'
Bitch, what happened? You been sleepin', here's a mattress
I had business for you niggas, had bank accounts
Barry black, and I'm serious, and I run my rounds
In a conversation nigga, yo eyes to the ground
I'm the motherfuckin' king, nigga, where's my crown
The only thing I wish,
is a nigga would
Snatch my chain,
call the gang,
comin' through your hood
Bitch, I'm not playin',
pop a bean Super sayin' I'm the greatest, y'all just playin
Dollars thrown, now it's raining, okay now Bitch, I'm not playin', pop a bean
Super sayin' I'm the greatest, y'all just playin' Dollars thrown, now its raining
okay now
Fuck, fuck your hoe, Barry Black, they fuck your hoe
Catchin' throes, Barry Black, they catchin' throes
Gettin lit, man, my niggas flipped brick
Talkin' shit, got Xtendo on the stick
30 rounds, man,
you niggas 30 rounds
30 rounds, man, we slayin' through your ground
Hit the ground, now you niggas hit the ground This is Barry Black's, motherfuckin' round
Shit, it's Payday, fellas
I said, it's fuckin' Payday, motherfuckin
Gutta got a brand new Glock In this trap spot, a one-stop shop
Anything you need, nigga, hit the hot spot Phone steady boomin', nigga, yeah, got crack rocks
Anything you need, always on the move Hit my fuckin' line, I'ma slide straight through
JuJu keep that Glock and he finna bust a move If a nigga move, then my nigga finna shoot
What they finna do? Chopper clear the room
What they finna do? They chopper murk you, you and you
I don't know about you, but I keep my tooth I hope them niggas know that we gon' probably kill a few
Fuck they finna do? And we ain't have shit
And we was on the block and we was slayin' all them bricks
We couldn't trust them niggas, so we kept a fuckin' grip
My nigga drop a Benz and he was like
You suck a dick, bitch
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Writer(s): Jovon Mills
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