Glock Shit ft. Prod. Fedia & Prod. Chopstick Lyrics

Glock shit

Body lifeless

Paint the world red when these bullets don't miss

Trigger seem to itch when somebody be a bitch

I don't count my licks I just do it for the kicks

He not dead yeah

He just play pretend yeah

He maxed too

Level one hunnid

That's a stunt man

I'm up man

I just need some views

I just need my cue

Something I may do

Even if I lose

Need to find a way to win

Believing on me ain't nothin but a sin

Henny and some gin

Mix it up for my bitch

I just wanna drown but my soul know how to swim

Nineteen years everyday I be stunting

Bitches look at me like you wanna say something

Hold up say nothing

Your the one that dated me

You that crazy bitch that said I'm never leaving you

Look at me I'm not with chu

Goofy head ahh

Gucci wristband

Bumble mismatch

Lighting up a match

I be fucking in the dark

Told my bitch wait yea

Hold up let me spark

Glock shit

Body lifeless

Paint the world red when these bullets don't miss

Trigger seem to itch when somebody be a bitch

I don't count my licks I just do it for the kicks

Glock shit

Body lifeless

Paint the world red when these bullets don't miss

Trigger seem to itch when somebody be a bitch

I don't count my licks I just do it for the kicks

Get this bread

Let me stack it on my bed

One by one

Host a 1v1

Ima take the dub

That's wassup

You a fucking scrub

Take the L and run

You a punk

Greasy ball head ahh

Go and wash that off

Bully me

I don't think so hoe

I'm a Thundercat

You a scaredy cat

We all know that

Calm down with a xan in Japan

With my Senpai bitch

Ohayo to my bitch

Now we lit

Stunting my whole damn fit

Where'd you get the drip

Glock shit

Body lifeless

Paint the world red when these bullets don't miss

Trigger seem to itch when somebody be a bitch

I don't count my licks I just do it for the kicks

Glock shit

Body lifeless

Paint the world red when these bullets don't miss

Trigger seem to itch when somebody be a bitch

I don't count my licks I just do it for the kicks

Glock shit

Ima shoot him with that opp shit

Caution

When I pull up

Ima rock him

Popped him

Go to sleep you in heaven

I got angels

I got wings

I got halos

In my dreams

Sweet dreams baby

Sweet dreams

Sweet dreams baby

Sweet dreams

Sweet dreams baby

Sweet dreams

Sweet dreams baby

Sweet dreams