Glocky

You hot give me top
Bustin the rounds in the Glock
Let me see you make it pop
Do it for a bag why not
I don't fk wit 12 but I cop
I serve it wit the left don't stop
And if it got a smell I drop
My ns in the can for the pot

You hot give me top
Bustin the rounds in the Glock
Let me see you make it pop
Do it for a bag why not
I don't fk wit 12 but I cop
I serve it wit the left don't stop
And if it got a smell I drop
My ns in the can for the pot

Sipping on the lean when the bass drop
Imma get the cream when I take off
Imma chase a dream it'll pay off
Shawty on a bean when I lay up

Pull up and eat when the cake drop
My flow unique I'm a race car
I sign the lease get a trap spot
My eyes Chinese wit a Backwood
Throw me the oop
Imma catch and shoot
I make her move like she hoola hoop
Glock wit the rounds imma use it too
You gotta follow cause I got a coop
I was pushing on the weight
With the gas in the tank
I can do the dash
Now I feel like Tay-K
I'm the type to smash
I ain't using no breaks
Moving too fast I don't ever wanna wait

You hot give me top
Bustin the rounds in the Glock
Let me see you make it pop
Do it for a bag why not
I don't fk wit 12 but I cop
I serve it wit the left don't stop
And if it got a smell I drop
My ns in the can for the pot

You hot give me top
Bustin the rounds in the Glock
Let me see you make it pop
Do it for a bag why not
I don't fk wit 12 but I cop
I serve it wit the left don't stop
And if it got a smell I drop
My ns in the can for the pot

I run the sack feeling athletic
Imma count it do the mathematics
Yo bh a duck, she a crack attict
Imma beat it up, imma smack at it
I'm kickin' my feet up, I'm rockin' the Fila
Yo bh need a face lift, Uh
I ball like Serena
My bh think I need her
But I don't ever say st
I'm fly like a dove in a spaceship
Imma hit the bud, imma face it
She gone suck me up, while I tape it
I'm not holding up, imma make it

I'm not holding up, imma make it



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Writer(s): Quaveien Thomas
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