New Glock

Yeah
Ha! What?
(Moji) Woah (Moji)
Yeah, Huh
OK I walk up in this bitch with a new glock
Gucci to my flip flops
Look at how this glitter make my wrist pop
Showing all you haters to my new stock
Moji bout to sizz, pop
Pop you niggas back into your safe spot
I'm on a whole nother level
You can't contest I'm a rebel
Fuck a few mag I got several
In case if a nigga think it's sweet hoe
Big poles carry all the ammo in the back
Like im Loc Dog, don't let me have a problem with yo ass
I ain't got a problem they got problems with me
I just lay back chill relax smoke on some trees
In the cut with my homies we just rapping with ease
We are naturally talented that's a flex ima leave
I'm a rhyme fab and a BFAB
Yeah my music make you groove that, make you move that
Got a problem we can throw hands, throwing mean jabs
Don't be surprised If I get shoot at and I shoot back
You a rugrat practicing your thug act
Might not get your wig split, might just get your wig snatched
Me and my niggas run down on your squad like its Apex
I will be the best there ever was my nigga take that



Credits
Writer(s): D'andre Smith
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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