Lyrics Glock Box - Noirillusions, Fijimacintosh

Glock Box

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
Izak made this one