Glocked Up!
I'm ridin' round with the top off in the AMG
(Yea, yea, yea)
Ride with a toolie I'm glocked up, don't spray at me
(Ooo)
You got your whole gang locked up cause you snitched on team
(Woo, woo, woo)
And I went ahead and popped off, it's not hard to see
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And yea I'm always on go
And that's on bro
40. On me I tote
That bitch gon' blow
You afraid to let it show
Your goddamn pole
People keep stealing my flow, it's cause I'm making all this dough, oh
AMG we going fast, get to the bag, you know that we never lack
No there's no cap in my rap, keep me a strap, you'll never catch me in last
Me and her, back of the jag, she got that ass, you know we making it clap
After that get to the racks, count up the stacks, helping gang outside the rags
Me and gang hopin' up inside the Rari
After that switch it up hop in the Mazzi
Me and the gang hopin' up inside the party
Fuck on that bitch, yea I fucked on that Barbie
Say we go crazy, they say we retarded
Aim on the back of his head like a target
Thinking this V.I.P with blood on the carpet
Don't back away, this a war that we started
And now I'm up here with my party
Always got on me a rocket
Always complaining that you a little broke, yea that is not my problem
We got the fattest of pockets
Runnin' up on me, get shot quick
Sticking my dick all up in her little throat
Yeah I'm fucking her bonnet
I'm ridin' round with the top off in the AMG
(Yea, yea, yea)
Ride with a toolie I'm glocked up, don't spray at me
(Ooo)
You got your whole gang locked up cause you snitched on team
(Woo, woo, woo)
And I went ahead and popped off, it's not hard to see
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And yea I'm always on go (Go, go)
And that's on bro (Bro, bro, bro)
40. On me I tote (Tote, tote)
That bitch gon' blow (Blow, blow, blow)
You afraid to let it show (Show, show)
Your goddamn pole (Pole, pole)
People keep stealing my flow, it's cause I'm making all this dough, oh
(Woo, woo, woo) Go, go
Bro, bro, bro (Woo, woo, woo)
Tote, tote
Blow, blow, blow (Woo, woo, woo)
Show, show
Pole, pole (Woo, woo, woo)
Flow, flow
Makin' all this dough
(Stacy)
(Glokmane)
(Yea, yea, yea)
Ride with a toolie I'm glocked up, don't spray at me
(Ooo)
You got your whole gang locked up cause you snitched on team
(Woo, woo, woo)
And I went ahead and popped off, it's not hard to see
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And yea I'm always on go
And that's on bro
40. On me I tote
That bitch gon' blow
You afraid to let it show
Your goddamn pole
People keep stealing my flow, it's cause I'm making all this dough, oh
AMG we going fast, get to the bag, you know that we never lack
No there's no cap in my rap, keep me a strap, you'll never catch me in last
Me and her, back of the jag, she got that ass, you know we making it clap
After that get to the racks, count up the stacks, helping gang outside the rags
Me and gang hopin' up inside the Rari
After that switch it up hop in the Mazzi
Me and the gang hopin' up inside the party
Fuck on that bitch, yea I fucked on that Barbie
Say we go crazy, they say we retarded
Aim on the back of his head like a target
Thinking this V.I.P with blood on the carpet
Don't back away, this a war that we started
And now I'm up here with my party
Always got on me a rocket
Always complaining that you a little broke, yea that is not my problem
We got the fattest of pockets
Runnin' up on me, get shot quick
Sticking my dick all up in her little throat
Yeah I'm fucking her bonnet
I'm ridin' round with the top off in the AMG
(Yea, yea, yea)
Ride with a toolie I'm glocked up, don't spray at me
(Ooo)
You got your whole gang locked up cause you snitched on team
(Woo, woo, woo)
And I went ahead and popped off, it's not hard to see
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And yea I'm always on go (Go, go)
And that's on bro (Bro, bro, bro)
40. On me I tote (Tote, tote)
That bitch gon' blow (Blow, blow, blow)
You afraid to let it show (Show, show)
Your goddamn pole (Pole, pole)
People keep stealing my flow, it's cause I'm making all this dough, oh
(Woo, woo, woo) Go, go
Bro, bro, bro (Woo, woo, woo)
Tote, tote
Blow, blow, blow (Woo, woo, woo)
Show, show
Pole, pole (Woo, woo, woo)
Flow, flow
Makin' all this dough
(Stacy)
(Glokmane)
Credits
Writer(s): Joncarlo Quintero
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