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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 Letras de cancionesChoppers 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 From Letras Mania