Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Glock Box, artist - NoirillusionsDate of issue: 15.02.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |