Mister Glock 2

(Yo, Mannie)

(Let the BandPlay)

Glizock

Yeah

Yeah

Wockhardt all in my kidneys (Wock', Wock')

I'm one hustlin'-ass young nigga

I got racks stuffed all in my denim (yup, yup)

I'm one money-gettin'-ass lil' nigga

You know that I keep me a pistol (baow)

Yeah, I stayed down and my money got bigger

Now they callin' my Mister (who?) Glock

Yeah, yeah, Mister Shit On All His Opps

Yeah, bitch, I'm Mister Flex a Lot

Yeah, Mister Stack It 'Til It Rot

Yeah, Mister Don't Care What It Cost

Yeah, Mister Let that Chopper Talk

Yeah, Mister Spend That Shit and

Get That Shit Right Back 'Cause It Ain't Nothin' (yeah)

Play with Glizock, then you're done

Where I'm from, we shoot shit for fun

Fourteen, smokin' dope, shootin' guns

Yeah, fifteen, flippin' Os or onions

Sixteen, takin' niggas' money

Seventeen, had juggers jumpin'

Eighteen, got locked up for hustlin'

Nineteen, made a milli', motherfucker (ayy)

Paper Route business, motherfucker (yeah)

I handle my business, motherfucker

Yeah, I get busy, motherfucker

Just mind your business, motherfucker

Run me my digits, motherfucker

Can't sign no dealy, motherfucker (uh-uh)

Nah, I can't sign shit unless it's eight figures, motherfucker (the fuck?)

Yeah, fuck all that, I ain't sellin' my soul

I'll just go back to sellin' them 'bows (yeah)

I'm stickin' to the code

I'll never put a bitch before my dough, no

That's on my soul

Everybody know that I keep this shit on

And I keep one on me (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Everybody know Glock don't give no fuck about a nigga or his homie

Self-made nigga, yeah, I'm a loner

Who want smoke? Yeah, bitch, I'm a stoner

Ayy, come get your bitch, man, you must don't want her

Yeah, I beat that thing up and you know I boned her

Hit it out the park, yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout a home run

Now I got this bitch head gone-gone

She said that she love me long-long

Time is money, bitch

I am addicted to hustlin', bitch

Remember them days I was strugglin', bitch

Fast-forward that, now I'm havin' it, bitch

Yeah, winnin', havin' this shit

Money, choppers and choppers and shit

I keep me a bad-ass saddity lil' bitch

Keep somethin' on my hip and somethin' to sip, nigga, I got (what?)

Wockhardt all in my kidneys (Wock', Wock')

I'm one hustlin'-ass young nigga

I got racks stuffed all in my denim (yup, yup)

I'm one money-gettin'-ass lil' nigga

You know that I keep me a pistol (baow)

Yeah, I stayed down and my money got bigger

Now they callin' my Mister (who?) Glock

Yeah, yeah, Mister Shit On All His Opps

Yeah, bitch, I'm Mister Flex a Lot

Yeah, Mister Stack It 'Til It Rot

Yeah, Mister Don't Care What It Cost

Yeah, Mister Let that Chopper Talk

Yeah, Mister Spend That Shit and

Get That Shit Right Back 'Cause It Ain't Nothin' (yeah, what the fuck?)

Wockhardt all in my kidneys (Wock', Wock')

I'm one hustlin'-ass young nigga

I got racks stuffed all in my denim (yup, yup)

Shit, for real, though

Yup, yup

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah