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letra de glock! (remix) - lock (rapper)

[intro]
wassup can lock come up in yo crib
man f-ck you ill see you at work

[post-hook]
just because i got a bl!cky dont mean you gotta test me
all these bit–es in the line, telling them next please (next up)
getting all this bread and stacking up all this cheese
waking up, count my racks, then i go, back to sleep

[verse 1: lock (rapper)]
looking all bl–dy
just shot you in the tummy
you better stop talking
before i make this scene look funny
what more do you want
already turned your son into a gummy
i know what i did was wrong but trust me
why am i even talking to you?
you f–king disgust me!
why are you talking about yourself
like you got so lucky
[verse 2: jujuu!]
why you so lucky?
situations w u now u trust me
hit em w glocks that boy hit the dougie
yo bhh on my d-ck that bhh wanna f-ck me
yo bhh is a eater that bhh is 2 dusty
to be honest im stunting im counting this blue like im sonic
she on it shot callin lil ni–a im ballin
uh ball in this bhh like spalding
got gold on my neck like a spartan
bih i keep the glock keep the sparking
gotta show w yo b-tch like martin
bih im around the green like tarzan
foot on the gas if u play w the gang then that be yo ass ni–as bi—hes (huh) trash i gotta gun (huh) blast
blast
blast

[hook: lock (rapper)]
my glock be sticking out wit a beam
people all around me
asking if its a purple or a light green
(light green)
yeah like ricky
dont make it sound so tricky
man my bullets be so complicated im not tryna be so picky
[verse 3: syrii]
yes keep talkling
talking to me
i got a glock bi–h it came wit a beam
bullets gon clip that ni–a like a stream
they talk sh–, they got their drip off a shein
bullets goin off the top of yo vision
cannot fuh wit these ni–as they got too suspicious
i came with the glock, not superstition
crystal on my head like i was vision
aim wit the glock bi–h i shoot wit precision
knock out his top and now he a midget
still wit the hook you thought i was fishin
the ice got me checkin lying around ni–as we rich
bi–h you don’t want smoke
she on the speaker wit that d–k in her throat
she want the poll but i can’t even vote
guess im takin an l and write yo name in a note

- lock rapper

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