Clean Glock
Clean Glock bitch don't make me get it dirty
I call it Curry cuz this bitch hold 30
We ride safe baby you ain't gotta worry
Nigga disrespect get him gon' in a hurry
Clean Glock bitch don't make me get it dirty
I call it Curry cuz this bitch hold 30
We ride safe baby you ain't gotta worry
Nigga disrespect get him gon' in a hurry
Yeah, bitch it's Buddy Roe
On the low, I stay quiet bout some shit you think you know
Mind always on the go, never cuffing on no hoe
Had to ring my nigga Steez cuz he plugged with the bows
Nigga bragging bout some bricks and he don't even sell dope
She tryna get in on my bag told that bitch hell no
Unk tapped in with the za he just came back from Melrose
If I need the beat mixed I tap in wit Elmo
Yeah they liking how I talk, I'm a real intellectual
Every time we link, man she gotta make it sexual
Nigga you ain't Randy Moss boy these bullets is uncatchable
ASN never ending, hell nah, this shit perpetual
Always speak my mind, give a fuck, boy you checking who?
When you stand yo ground man they gon end up respecting you
Thick bitch, short hair, yeah I call her my Betty Boop
Boy it's fuck em all and I ain't forget the rest of you
Niggas set tripping I ain't even gon' get into that
The strap all black, but the bullets come mix match
It's always a petty bitch who tryna go tit for tat
When she done yelling break her down like a Kit Kat
I see yo lane ending so you merging into mine (Drunk nigga)
These niggas smell like pigs, ion be fucking with the swine (No Pork)
I should be a chiropractor the way I'm breaking up her spine
Ion know about you, but I'm go and get what's mine (I want it all)
Clean Glock bitch don't make me get it dirty, I call it Curry cuz this bitch hold 30
Blend a nigga turn his ass to a McFlurry, the way a nigga ballin think I need my own jersey
Clean Glock bitch don't make me get it dirty, I call it Curry cuz this bitch hold 30
Blend a nigga turn his ass to a McFlurry, the way a nigga ballin think I need my own jersey
The way a nigga ballin think I need my own jersey
She aint want me back then, but she heard I'm her type now
Use to be a runner, but I heard she a dyke now
I call it Curry cuz this bitch hold 30
We ride safe baby you ain't gotta worry
Nigga disrespect get him gon' in a hurry
Clean Glock bitch don't make me get it dirty
I call it Curry cuz this bitch hold 30
We ride safe baby you ain't gotta worry
Nigga disrespect get him gon' in a hurry
Yeah, bitch it's Buddy Roe
On the low, I stay quiet bout some shit you think you know
Mind always on the go, never cuffing on no hoe
Had to ring my nigga Steez cuz he plugged with the bows
Nigga bragging bout some bricks and he don't even sell dope
She tryna get in on my bag told that bitch hell no
Unk tapped in with the za he just came back from Melrose
If I need the beat mixed I tap in wit Elmo
Yeah they liking how I talk, I'm a real intellectual
Every time we link, man she gotta make it sexual
Nigga you ain't Randy Moss boy these bullets is uncatchable
ASN never ending, hell nah, this shit perpetual
Always speak my mind, give a fuck, boy you checking who?
When you stand yo ground man they gon end up respecting you
Thick bitch, short hair, yeah I call her my Betty Boop
Boy it's fuck em all and I ain't forget the rest of you
Niggas set tripping I ain't even gon' get into that
The strap all black, but the bullets come mix match
It's always a petty bitch who tryna go tit for tat
When she done yelling break her down like a Kit Kat
I see yo lane ending so you merging into mine (Drunk nigga)
These niggas smell like pigs, ion be fucking with the swine (No Pork)
I should be a chiropractor the way I'm breaking up her spine
Ion know about you, but I'm go and get what's mine (I want it all)
Clean Glock bitch don't make me get it dirty, I call it Curry cuz this bitch hold 30
Blend a nigga turn his ass to a McFlurry, the way a nigga ballin think I need my own jersey
Clean Glock bitch don't make me get it dirty, I call it Curry cuz this bitch hold 30
Blend a nigga turn his ass to a McFlurry, the way a nigga ballin think I need my own jersey
The way a nigga ballin think I need my own jersey
She aint want me back then, but she heard I'm her type now
Use to be a runner, but I heard she a dyke now
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Writer(s): Victor Hill
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