Mister Glock 2
Paper Route EMPIRE, Key Glock
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(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 f*ck?) Yeah, f*ck 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 f*ck 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 f*ck?) 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
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