Lyrics
Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, yeah
Glizock, G-Lock
(B-B-Bankroll Got It)
Yeah, designer down, with some fuckin' J's on (uh)
Glizock, I'm that nigga, give 'em somethin' to hate on
Told this bitch, "Get off my line," this is not a play-phone (phone)
I got a whole 'nother line, I be makin' plays on
Yeah, my pockets fat as hell, they said I put some weight on
Made a couple mills off rap, my chopper sing, like Trey Songz
Yeah, I be gettin' to that money, nigga, all day long (long)
Yeah, bitch, I'm from South Memphis, it is not a safe zone
Yeah, told you that I'm cutthroat, I can't cut you no slack
First, I fell in love with money, then got sprung after that
I went from flippin' off the mattresses to flippin' them packs
And then I jumped up in the rap game, then I got me some plaques
Yeah, bitch, they call me Glock, you know I keep one attached
Just pulled up in that yellow motherfucker, with some blue racks (yeah)
I ordered lemon peppered diamonds, it didn't come with no ranch
Diamonds dance, like Travis Porter, this shit turnt to the max
Yeah, designer down, with some fuckin' J's on (uh)
Glizock be that nigga, give 'em somethin' to hate on
Told this bitch "Get off my line", this is not a play-phone (phone)
I got a whole 'nother line, I be makin' plays on
Yeah, this bitch lookin' at me, "Baby, what you waitin' on?"
Told her, "I ain't got nothin 'for you, baby, but a way home"
My main bitch mad at me, 'cause a nigga stay gone
I'm just goin' to get this bag, I'll be back, won't take long
Yeah, designer down, with some J's on my feet (yeah)
Yeah, I just told myself that ain't nobody fuckin' with we (yeah)
Yeah, I just told myself that ain't nobody fuckin' with me (yeah)
I ran that money up so fast, I need a new pair of cleats (yeah)
Designer down, with some fuckin' J's on (yeah)
Glizock, I'm that nigga, give 'em somethin' to hate on
Told this bitch, "Get off my line," this is not a play-phone (phone)
I got a whole 'nother line, I be makin' plays on (yeah)
Designer down, with some fuckin' J's on (uh)
Fuckin' J's on (uh), with some retro J's on (uh)
Told this bitch, "Get off my line," this is not a play-phone (uh)
It's not a play-phone, baby, this a payphone, yeah
Uh (yeah, yeah), uh (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
WRITERS
Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
See A Problem With Something?
Lyrics
Other
More From This Album
Glockoma 2
2023
01
Dirt
Key Glock
02
Work
Key Glock
03
Randy Orton
Key Glock
04
Chromosomes
Key Glock
05
2 For 1
Key Glock
06
Pop My Shit
Key Glock
07
Designer Down
Key Glock
08
From Nothing
Key Glock
09
Key Rex
Key Glock
10
In & Outta Town
Key Glock
11
Fuck Dat Shit
Key Glock
12
Money Over Hoes
Key Glock
13
Ratchet
Key Glock
14
Homicide Gvng
Key Glock
15
Fuck A Feature
Key Glock
LyricIQ Analysis
Top Emotion
Anger
Sentiment
Theme
Race and ethnicity
