| Glizzock |
| Big Glock |
| Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah) |
| Ceeo, turn that beat up |
| Young nigga turnt up, never gave a fuck (Bitch) |
| Straight drop, no cut, bitch, I’m dope as fuck, yeah |
| And I keep my thunder, I shoot like Russell, yeah (Fire) |
| Bust you like a Gusher, you know what’s up, yeah (Yeah) |
| Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), ridin' 'round duckin' feds, yeah |
| Ridin' 'round gettin' this bread, yeah |
| Young nigga gettin' this check, yeah |
| I flex on my ex, yeah, that shit feel the best, yeah |
| Came up from finessin', now young nigga blessed, yeah |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Hit his ass with lead, fire, aim at head, no legs, fire |
| Your bitch in my bed, bop, give me head, no legs, nah |
| Flintstone, make her bed rock, you can call me Fred Glock |
| Duck, I see 12 car, I pulled off like a Nascar (Skrrt) |
| Foreign whip, blast off, no cap, cash talk (Yeah) |
| «Why the fuck you sag, Glock?» 'Cause I work my ass off (Racks) |
| You see all this cash, dawg, it’s pokin' out when I walk (Yeah) |
| Just ignore my last call, I was in somethin' thick like eggnog |
| Nigga, you’s a small ball, Yao Ming racks, I stack it tall |
| Choppers just like Lysol (Okay), pull up, spray at all y’all (Fire) |
| I can let them hundreds off, but I just make one call |
| Young nigga turnt up, never gave a fuck (Bitch, Glizzock) |
| Straight drop, no cut, bitch, I’m dope as fuck, yeah |
| And I keep my thunder, I shoot like Russell, yeah (Fire) |
| Bust you like a Gusher, you know what’s up, yeah (Yeah) |
| Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), ridin' 'round duckin' feds, yeah |
| Ridin' 'round gettin' this bread, yeah |
| Young nigga gettin' this check, yeah |
| I flex on my ex, yeah, that shit feel the best, yeah |
| Came up from finessin', now young nigga blessed, yeah |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Young nigga blessed, Jesus piece, VS, ooh |
| Play this shit like chess, bitch you fuckin' with the best, ooh (Glock) |
| Ain’t I, ain’t I fresh? Bitch, I’m nothin' like the rest, ooh (No) |
| Fly like a jet, drippin' sauce, I made a mess, ooh |
| Forties and Kel-Tecs, break them sticks out like Kit Kats, ooh |
| Most these rappers wack, they gon' fuck around and get whacked, ooh |
| Stomp 'em like a frat, chopper like a lumberjack, ooh |
| Young nigga turnt up, never gave a fuck (Bitch) |
| Straight drop, no cut, bitch, I’m dope as fuck, yeah |
| And I keep my thunder, I shoot like Russell, yeah (Fire) |
| Bust you like a Gusher, you know what’s up, yeah (Yeah) |
| Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), ridin' 'round duckin' feds, yeah |
| Ridin' 'round gettin' this bread, yeah |
| Young nigga gettin' this check, yeah |
| I flex on my ex, yeah, that shit feel the best, yeah |
| Came up from finessin', now young nigga blessed, yeah |