Key Glock
No Flockin Remix
Yeah, Paper Roue Business, Yeah Yeah (GLOCK)
[Verse 1]
Young n***a, I been havin' cash. I ain't got a brag
All this money in my damn pocket the reason why I'm saggin'
Burn a n***a like a damn tan, I hit him and his man
I'm pullin' up in that Audi fast, I'm bout to drop a bag
Smokin' Gelato, you smoke 87. All i know is gas
N***a don't ask me where them hoes at
Boy where yo hoe at?
Brand new Glock, It's extended clip. That bitch big too
You a fool if you think my n***as ain't gone pull up and shoot
They let it loose, slidin' in that coupe, with yo baby boo
Pourin' 4s in that Mountain Dew, yeah you know how I move
Servin' birds I like bread, chasin' to it I break my leg
Thumb until I hurt my hand
Smokin' gas straight to the head
These n***as talkin' like they really bout it
We pullin' up then we in and out it
With the grape, smokin' on purple flowers
Trynna scrape the money to the sky like a tower
Got some choppers on the side of me
Yeah, my lil n***as gone ride for me
My lil bitch gone lie for me
I'm the shit these flies on me
Let a n***a come and try to take some
When he see that carbon bet he play dumb
My n***as I got stay sayin' red rum
Throwin' bullets like Brady n***a no Tom
Banana shit, ape shit, congo
Hit em with a 30 piece combo
Make it rain better get a puncho
Whole lotta everything, I'm commando
Fuck what you heard I'm just sayin' though
Ask ya best friend, I'm the man hoe
We don't talk so these n***as layin' low
We don't talk so these n***as layin' low
Ridin' 'round and you know I'm trynna get it
I ain't trynna talk bitch I just wanna hit it
Hit a lick with my n***a D, know we split it
Karate Kid, Glock leap when that chopper kickin'
Gnats wanna talk every time I come around
When they see Glock man you know they face sour
I don't give a fuck I'm still smokin' on sour
I don't give a fuck I'm still smokin' on sour
I don't give a fuck I'm still smokin' on sour n***a
N***a, No Flockin'
No motha' fuckin' flockin' n***a
Whole lotta everything, boy