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lock (rapper) – glock! (remix) lyrics

[intro]
wassup can lock come up in yo crib
man f+ck you ill see you at work

[post+hook]
just because i got a bl!cky dont mean you gotta test me
all these bit++es in the line, telling them next please (next up)
getting all this bread and stacking up all this cheese
waking up, count my racks, then i go, back to sleep

[verse 1: lock (rapper)]
looking all bl++dy
just shot you in the tummy
you better stop talking
before i make this scene look funny
what more do you want
already turned your son into a gummy
i know what i did was wrong but trust me
why am i even talking to you?
you f++king disgust me!
why are you talking about yourself
like you got so lucky
[verse 2: jujuu!]
why you so lucky?
situations w u now u trust me
hit em w glocks that boy hit the dougie
yo bhh on my d+ck that bhh wanna f+ck me
yo bhh is a eater that bhh is 2 dusty
to be honest im stunting im counting this blue like im sonic
she on it shot callin lil ni++a im ballin
uh ball in this bhh like spalding
got gold on my neck like a spartan
bih i keep the glock keep the sparking
gotta show w yo b+tch like martin
bih im around the green like tarzan
foot on the gas if u play w the gang then that be yo ass ni++as bi+++hes (huh) trash i gotta gun (huh) blast
blast
blast

[hook: lock (rapper)]
my glock be sticking out wit a beam
people all around me
asking if its a purple or a light green
(light green)
yeah like ricky
dont make it sound so tricky
man my bullets be so complicated im not tryna be so picky
[verse 3: syrii]
yes keep talkling
talking to me
i got a glock bi++h it came wit a beam
bullets gon clip that ni++a like a stream
they talk sh++, they got their drip off a shein
bullets goin off the top of yo vision
cannot fuh wit these ni++as they got too suspicious
i came with the glock, not superstition
crystal on my head like i was vision
aim wit the glock bi++h i shoot wit precision
knock out his top and now he a midget
still wit the hook you thought i was fishin
the ice got me checkin lying around ni++as we rich
bi++h you don’t want smoke
she on the speaker wit that d++k in her throat
she want the poll but i can’t even vote
guess im takin an l and write yo name in a note

- lock rapper lyrics

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