Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mr. Glock , by - Key Glock. Release date: 16.01.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Mr. Glock |
| Ayy |
| They got me fucked up |
| Hah, haha, yeah (Sledgren) |
| Big Glock, lil' bitch |
| Ayy, I’m right back on they ass, yeah, they done made me mad, uh |
| I been keeping calm, constantly keep making cash, yeah |
| I been getting bag after bag after bag, yeah (Racks) |
| Presidential shit, I wrap my Maybach matte black, yeah |
| Call me Mr. Glock, shooters in the front and back, yeah |
| I’m on my Memphis shit, these bitches coming in a pack, uh |
| These niggas pussy cat, straight cap, Cat in Hat, yeah |
| Baby, I’m a player and my daddy was a mack, yeah, huh |
| Yeah, and that’s a motherfuckin' fact, yeah |
| Never leave the house without my motherfuckin' strap |
| I was fourteen years old with that motherfuckin' sack, yeah |
| I don’t fuck with none of these rappers, they know that, uh |
| Ayy, I’m right back on they ass, yeah, they done made me mad, uh |
| I been keeping calm, constantly keep making cash, yeah |
| I been getting bag after bag after bag, yeah |
| Presidential shit, I wrap my Maybach matte black, yeah |
| Call me Mr. Glock, shooters in the front and back, yeah |
| I’m on my Memphis shit, these bitches coming in a pack, uh |
| These niggas pussy cat, straight cap, Cat in Hat, yeah |
| Baby, I’m a player and my daddy was a mack, yeah |
| Smoking mack with my unc', he call it 'thrax, uh |
| Yeah, I was thirteen sneakin', geekin', drinkin' Actavis |
| A couple niggas play with us, we turned that ass to dust |
| Don’t let them gas you up, heart cold, no mask or gloves, nigga (Nigga), uh |
| Hit your ass up with some slugs |
| I run with hustlers and thugs |
| I got this shit out the mud, nigga (Yeah) |
| Ayy, who want this smoke? |
| I got bud |
| Strapped in the church and the club |
| What the fuck you niggas thought this was? |
| (The fuck?) |
| Ayy, I’m right back on they ass, yeah, they done made me mad, uh |
| I been keeping calm, constantly keep making cash, yeah |
| I been getting bag after bag after bag, yeah |
| Presidential shit, I wrap my Maybach matte black, yeah |
| Call me Mr. Glock, shooters in the front and back, yeah |
| I’m on my Memphis shit, these bitches coming in a pack, uh |
| These niggas pussy cat, straight cap, Cat in Hat, yeah |
| Baby, I’m a player and my daddy was a mack (Gangster) |
| Ayy, why y’all so turnt? |
| Hah |
| I love you, Mr. Glock |
| I love, I love you too, hahaha |