Lyrics Glock Up - Lil Durk

Glock Up

My boys play no games\nKeep must, need no aim\nLil Durk need no fame\nPints in, need codeine\n2K for these Balmains\n2K cause we ballin'\nBad bitch keep callin'\nPoker face, we all in\nBlockbuster, we pop up\nPussy boys ain’t old enough\nKeep your gun, we pop up\nDon’t try us, we glocked up\nHomicide, I ain’t seen none'\nPussy boy, while y’all mean mug\nPussy boy, while y’all mean mug\nPussy boy, while y’all mean mug\nSee us, them boys can’t be us\nTweakers, why they be wifing eaters\nE-Way, smoking, choking, coughing\nRollin' up on that Keisha\nGuns down, man I can’t leave 'em\nMake sure that he don’t see us\nRun off on me, I guarantee my boys’ll be to see him\n64 hundred normal\nTrap house be doin' numbers\nHundred just don’t be stunting\nYou might make it through the summer\nYou ain’t eat cause you thuggin'\nTwo two three shells like suckers\nShe say she cannot fuck off a xanny, she need a oven\nArrogant motherfucker\nRunnin' off from the bubble\nFelonies, I got double\nSee me, they know it’s trouble\nShootin' shit, ain’t no scuffle\nVernie, that boy the muscle\nI be sippin' Actavis while them boys be sippin' 'Test\nMy boys play no games\nKeep must, need no aim\nLil Durk need no fame\nPints in, need codeine\n2K for these Balmains\n2K cause we ballin'\nBad bitch keep callin'\nPoker face, we all in\nBlockbuster, we pop up\nPussy boys ain’t old enough\nKeep your gun, we pop up\nDon’t try us, we glocked up\nHomicide, I ain’t seen none'\nPussy boy, while y’all mean mug\nPussy boy, while y’all mean mug\nPussy boy, while y’all mean mug\nRob who?\nJust go and get a job cool\nI’m three-double-O, that’s my tool\nYou snatch this chain out in LA, this chopper gon' chop you\nMy bitch ass is A1, in love with her top too\nLil Buku will drop you\nLeave your ass wet up, this chain I got is wet up\nDon’t trust no hoes, they set up\nIt’s Louis V all over me, I swear I’m in a chess club\nStreets gon' miss Bankroll, for him I keep a bankroll\nHate skank hoes, and I never wear the same clothes\nDesigner, ain’t it ain’t too hard to find us\nGot killers off in Atlanta, and I cop drink from the mana\nExcuse, I ain’t got no manners\nExcuse, I ain’t got no manners