(Sosa 808)
Just told my bro that this money and hoes don't last (MOB)
I told him get up out his feelings and go get a bag (let's eat)
Ayy, I'm a hustling-ass nigga, you can blame my dad (on God)
Got baguettes in my Richard, diamonds playing freeze tag
(HitKidd, what it do, man?)
Yeah, Sitting in the 600 with the seat back
Yeah, when I first seen that Rolls truck
I'm like, "I need that" (I need that)
Yeah, sipping codeine
My bitch like, "Glock, you don't need that" (don't need that)
Yeah, six years old, I told the teacher, "Suck my weenus" (yeah)
Soon as I got home, my grandma gave me a beating
Bad lil' motherfucker, yup (Bitch), I beat it
I'm married to the money 'cause most of these hoes is skeezy (yup)
You know I'm so icy, but a nigga don't know Jeezy (uh-uh)
Ayy, I be rocking Gucci, mane
I make this shit look easy (yeah, yeah, yeah)
My young niggas ruthless
Ayy, please, please, believe me (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ice cubes in my watch and chain
Got a nigga freezing (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ice cubes in my watch and chain
Got a nigga freezing (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fuck your verse, nigga, I'll never do a remix (what?)
Niggas know that I don't fuck with 'em and I don't pretend (uh-uh)
Niggas know that I don't fuck with 'em, it ain't a secret (uh-uh)
Niggas know that I don't fuck with 'em, it ain't a secret (yeah)
Ayy, gang members shooting shit up, where your defense?
Damn, Glock, these niggas hating on you, yeah, I peeped it (I know)
Big Glock with the switch up on it, I ain't missing shit
I'm always on point, nigga, I don't even miss a bitch
So what? Still be hitting licks
Self-made, nothing like these shrimps
I'm balling on these lil'-ass niggas, fuck around and windmill
Just bought another foreign, swerve that bitch
Look like a Hot Wheel (phew, phew, phew)
I walked up in the party, bitches started doing cartwheels
Told my bro that this money and these hoes don't last
Told him, "Get up out your feelings, nigga, go and get a bag"
Ayy, I'm a hustling-ass nigga, baby, you can blame my dad
I got baguettes in my Richard, diamonds playing freeze tag (yeah)
Told my bro that this money and these hoes don't last
Told him, "Get up out your feelings, nigga, go and get a bag"
Ayy, I'm a hustling-ass nigga, baby, you can blame my dad
I got baguettes in my Richard, diamonds playing freeze tag
Yeah, yeah, yeah
G-Lock
