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Glock Intro[*chains clanging*]GLOCK You know what's going on man paper route business The fuck If it ain't bout money it ain't for discussion Got the pocket rocket no time for tussling All this money got these bitches in love with me Wanna fuck me baby but ain't no cuddling Pillow talking choppa chop ya like bucket shit Let it burn. Let it burn yea that usher shit Ballin hard nigga it ain't no sucker shit Money talk yours funny Chris tucker shit Niggas hate me but these bitches be loving it Talking bout you ballin boy you be fumbling Pull up 30 deep yea royal rumbling Sexy tag on the back had to nut on it Lumberjack from the back when I'm cuttin it Got these big ass choppas we like some Russians Cookie backwood, I'm pouring up 'tussin Got my MC hammer you can not touch me (uh uh) They do what I say yeah they call me Glock Bama Like 2nd plate boy you better not run up I'm getting cake and ain't talkin bout funnel I get more head than some goddamn bundles Finesse him quick he a duck call him Donald Don't trust a soul got that from my mama Don't trust a soul put that on my mama Hell na (uh uh) Fuck these nigga hatin ima get this paper I ain't Savin bitches I be Savin paper I cock then shoot like mcgrady All my niggas gs I ain't talkin mason I just left from Portland ballin like a blazer My niggas pocket watching know they'll take it Bullets comin hot just like the queso Pull up foreigns and you know we had to race em I'm a dig dog baby you call me Clifford Got a fn squeezing like lemons Watch the niggas cause they turning like Timmy I'm on this paper route you know the business I'm the goat niggas don't call me billy I'm bouta buy it nigga it ain't no lending Young rich nigga act like some gremlins Got your bitch open wide like the dentist Since a youngin bitch I been bout the loot She ain't let me fuck she blew me like soup Tropicana call and I got the juice I can hotbox in a coupe with no roof Big backwoods blow like a flute Glock hard when I cook and I shoot Keep the rocket let it pop like balloons Your rents due nigga it's time to move Out the mud now I pouring in public Sipping mud blowing bud with my buddies Flipping hoes with my boys like the [?] Skinny nigga but my pockets is chubby Ain't bout the money it ain't no discussion Ain't talkin money ain't talkin bout nothin Don't give me somethin I want all or nothin Don't give me somethin I want all or nothin |