LYRICS
作词 : Alexander Gabriel Quezada
作曲 : Alexander Gabriel Quezada
[Intro]
Huh, you talkin' 'bout Glokk, you ain't talkin 'bout nothin'
[Chorus]
Stick in my bag, this bitch like how I walk (Frrat)
Dropped out of school, I ain't tryna see no more chalk
Them older B's all you see with 'em dot (Fiends)
He ain't keep it gangster, he talk to the cops (Frrt, frrt)
Ain't checkin' out while I lock up my sock (Yeah)
Lots of cardboard, he got put in a box (Box)
Beat the boy up, I left him with some knots
Beat the— beat the boy up, I beat him up with some Crocs
Time of the essence, I'm starin' at the clock (Essence)
Dagger in my pants just in case he wanna buckle (Dagger)
Fifty-round drum on that K, who you lookin' at? (Fifty-round)
Found out his partner got popped, got a heart attack (Hrrt, hrrt)
Me and Lil Veli was just posted in a cul-de-sac (Yeah)
Selling cigars on the ten, so you know it's that, go
[Verse]
Huh, go, flex, flex (Yeah, yeah)
Young niggas come for their bands if you flex and they take this shit right out they hand
My young ninja just post on the block with their jewelry, yhey come in and take off their mask (Frrt, frrt)
They'll take out the diamonds out my chain, when they pick that bitch up, man, that shit look like sand
Three-five, I packed out the paper with grabba, I don't got this shit more than the ground
He ain't had no pape', tell that boy off for nothin'
Crystal-Lake Vampire, them vamps on the land
Xan' came out and made it hard for the stand
[?] Glock on him, try to run if you can
That bitch a squirrel, she gon' hand with the scram
Dirty drink, just pour the four, Dirty Dan
He done crashed out, he hopped out with no mask
Mask so dirty, got top whippin' glass
Bullets start flying, he run, somethin' like The Flash
****ed her one time, then I gave her some cash
I match y'all dope like this shit Double Dash (Go)
This bitch got drunk, man, she love throwin' ass (Frrt)
And trap, and I be trappin', I ain't go to class
And y'all niggas all over my neck (Bah, bah)
Swing that stick, try not to bang up my arm (Stick, stick)
Nigga swung that bitch out, that bitch fired up a lung
We got 7.62, .223, we want war Korn
Nigga, play, we gon' shut this bitch down like
Hell yeah, I brought the Draco, we on tour
Hell yeah, I'm Robin Hood, I rob the poor (Poor)
Glock with a switch, I stuck it in the core
Diamonds they cold, activate my pores (Yeah)
Wanted to slide today, to max the more (Yeah, more)
Nigga, lil' buddy knocked because I'm bored (Slatt)
Came from the South, boy, we goin' up (Frrt)
Glokk hit 'em in his tail, know he stretched
Rob a nigga, catch a nigga, that's a sport
And my brother Muslim, he don't eat no pork (Hell nah)
Bitch, your ass know I don't hang with no dorks
Do it for Chain gang, stab him like a fork (Fork)
Diamonds, they hittin' on the chain, the bitch glisten
Pat it, I knock him, he pray that I miss
Sumo cop out of it, I don't gotta plead the fifth
Janky-ass nigga got jailed 'bout some Tris
I'm in the dorn with him, on God, he's a bitch (Yeah)
Free pick the boy, but I told him don't flash
I drop a tape, but it don't got no skip, yeah
Huh, you talkin' 'bout Glokk, you ain't talkin 'bout nothin'