Glock On Me

Lyrics

[Intro] Let it pop, let it pop for me You get shot for free You could die for cheap Die for less, so you better not speak Pull up in a 'Rari, or a Tonka, it don't matter B Bitch, I feel like B I'm in— [Chorus] Keep that Glock on me, I keep that Glock on me Oh, solo, roll deep, she get thot on me Top on me, and a lot on me I get guap on me Guap on me, I get guap on me Keep that Glock on me Let it pop, let it pop for me You get shot for free You could die for cheap Die for less, so you better not speak Pull up in a 'Rari, or a Tonka, it don't matter B Bitch, I feel like B I'm in New York, I'm chillin' with my b' [Verse] Saw him everywhеre, don't slip baby Watch yo fuckin' step, you bettеr not slip, you better not trip baby Lot of niggas try me but they try and get a dent baby Pull up on yo bumper, can I dent it, can I hit it baby? Yeah, don't you let these niggas try to tell you, you ain't shit I see you, I see you look good, Like yo outfit And I know you really quiet, you could fuck with me I could treat you really great, have you feel lovely Have you walkin' in them C shoes at Dior Its a lot of shit that these niggas don't got they can't speak for Yeah, I could treat you like anything that you wanna be Let me know if you wanna fuck with me, you can't front on me I love you and I treat you like a princess Yeah, I love exactly how you get the tip wet Get my dick wet I got bitches lickin' lips, this ain't no Trackhawks but I feel like I'm Dipset I'm in New York with the b's, and the cop, they said "Freeze" I'ma shoot 'em till he bleed And bitch I bleed I don't fear a fuck nigga cause he bleed, just like me [Pre-Chorus] Man, I go in the club, I never had to show ID I don't get no pat downs, boy I keep that Glock on me [Chorus] Keep that Glock on me, I keep that Glock on me Oh, solo, roll deep, she can thot on me Top on me, and a lot on me I get guap on me Guap on me, I get guap on me Keep that Glock on me Let it pop, let it pop for me You get shot for free You could die for cheap Die for less, so you better not speak Pull up in a 'Rari, or a Tonka, it don't matter B Bitch, I feel like B I'm in New York, I'm chillin' with my b'