Glocky Glock

If a nigga got a problem, he can stop and talk to me
But a nigga not for talkin', I got Glocky Glock with me
Pop up, you can pop up, you can pop up with your homies
I got sticks, I got sticks, I got sticks and I got 40s
Ayy, ayy, stick in the back when they lock up
Fuck em I cook em like crackin that rock up
Rip up my shirt and I'm tearing they block up
Huh, Blacka Blacka Blacka
Bopping on me, I got bands in these pants
Fuck on that bitch, that bitch want to dance
Revolver on me I got cowboy my stance
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Stop, I stop it, then I take that to the left
Then I, uh, pop it and I'm running out of breath
I see them cops and I'm dipping
I'm finna hop the fence
Is that Trap in that Tesla
Can't see behind that tint, oh my God
Run in the back of the pad and we kickin' the door
Fuck that bitch and I fuck her, then give her some more
And these niggas, they sweet like a cinnamon roll
Stevie wonder bitch you never seen it before
You know we poppin' with the glock
You know we on it every day, we get it when we rock
They niggas, they some busters and they burning out the spot
I feel just like I'm Curry, I'm just running out the clock
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Water
Wet
Wet wet

If a nigga got a problem, he can stop and talk to me
But a nigga not for talkin', I got Glocky Glock with me
Pop up, you can pop up, you can pop up with your homies
I got sticks, I got sticks, I got sticks and I got 40s
Ayy, ayy, stick in the back when they lock up
Fuck em I cook em like crackin that rock up
Rip up my shirt and I'm tearing they block up
Huh, Blacka Blacka Blacka
Bopping on me, I got bands in these pants
Fuck on that bitch, that bitch want to dance
Revolver on me I got cowboy my stance
Yeah, yeah, yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Jaelin Travis
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