Glock Box - Noirillusions, Fijimacintosh

That’s what I thought you said

Now let me offer this as a rebuttal

Bitch, I tote my Glock, bitch, I tote my Glock (Woo)

Bitch, we on your block, please don’t tell the cops (Woo)

All this dope, homie, I call it exhaust

Smoking fat Backwoods, they lit like cigars

I like foreign cars (Yuh), I fuck foreign broads

That bitch too damn loud, put dick in her mouth (Shut up)

She didn’t like me back then but she like me now

Pour a four in my cup, hope that I don’t drown

Bitch, I’m Gucci down (Brr), lil' ho, wipe me down (Brr)

I been servin' all these bricks, ship 'em outta town (Yuh)

She just popped a Percocet now she actin' out (Yuh)

Put some gold in my mouth, now she love my smile (Smile)

Thirty K I just made last week

Now your bitch wanna fuck with me

Take a sip of the bubbly (Yeah, yeah)

Oh my God, blue hunnids on me (Oh yeah)

When you sleep, bitch, you see me in your dreams (Woah)

Money tall, yeah, tall like Yao Ming (Woah)

Bitch, I ball, bitch, I ball like Kobe (Woah)

All that ass, put that pussy on me

Bitch, I tote my Glock, bitch, I tote my Glock (Bitch)

Bitch, we on your block, please don’t tell the cops (Woo)

All this dope, homie, I call it exhaust (Exhaust)

Smoking fat Backwoods, they lit like cigars (Ah)

I like foreign cars, I fuck foreign broads (Hey)

That bitch too damn loud, put dick in her mouth (Shut up)

She didn’t like me back then but she like me now (Yuh)

Pour a four in my cup, hope that I don’t drown

Ride on that dick like a bike, uh (Woo)

Chopper ain’t really gon' bite, uh (Brr)

Chopper just hit then bite, uh

Fuckin' that bitch all night (Woo)

Diamonds on my wrist, they bright (Woo)

Fuckin' that bitch all night (Woo)

Diamonds on my wrist, they bright

Niggas mad, niggas fuckin' mad, shawty make it dance

Chopper dance, chopper hit his mans, bitch, I fuck up ya ass

I go ape like I’m little Caesar, turn into Vegeta

In the trenches with that Desert Eagle, serve you and you people (Yuh, yuh, yuh)

Oh damn, my hands full of bands, she gon'

Twerk some for your man (Woo)

Pop a rubber band, money goin' everywhere (Yuh)

Bitch, I tote my Glock, bitch, I tote my Glock (Bitch)

Bitch, we on your block, please don’t tell the cops (Woo)

All this dope, homie, I call it exhaust (Exhaust)

Smoking fat Backwoods, they lit like cigars (Ah)

I like foreign cars, I fuck foreign broads (Hey)

That bitch too damn loud, put dick in her mouth (Shut up)

She didn’t like me back then but she like me now (Yuh)

Pour a four in my cup, hope that I don’t drown

That’s what I thought you said

Now let me offer this as a rebuttal

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