Glockaveli Lyrics by Key Glock
Cutthroat *** (Yeah)
At the same time I’m ’bout my dough, *** (‘Bout my dough, yeah)
I’m a go-getter (Yeah)
.45 on me, turn you to a ghost, *** (Fah, fah)
No *** (No), on this earth can treat me like a ho, *** (Yeah)
Yean know, ***, that these *** call me the goat, ***? (Yeah)
Glizock, I’m your majesty, I take you out like Applebee’s (Uh)
All these *** after me, if they could, they would tackle me (Yeah)
Niggas sneek dissin’ ’bout these hoes, yeah, that *** baffle me (Haha)
Everything these niggas tell these ***, it gets back to me
Stall-ass, lame-ass, hatin’-ass, peon-ass *** (Ayy)
Yeah, they call me Mr. Glock, I press a button and send a missile (Fah)
Soon as I get in the car (Skrrt, skrrt), she try to suck it through the zipper
Yeah, these niggas hatin’ on me, they hated God and Flippa (Yeah, yeah)
Ten toes down, I’m standin’ tall, goin’ all in, *** (Yeah)
You *** with the other side, I don’t *** with y’all niggas (Uh-uh)
Glizock that’s my dog five life (Five life)
You know I’ma ride with ’em (Let’s go)
If you ever go against him better run and hide, *** (Pow, pow, pow, pow)
[Key Glock & Rickie Boger]
I put that money up for my (Baby, baby)
(Yeah, yeah, let’s go)
These hoes can’t have my (Baby, baby)
(Hell no)
Been sippin’ too much drink they told me to (Better slow down)
(Woo)
Been goin’ too damn hard they told me to (Slow down)
(Woo, let’s go)
[Key Glock]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Yeah)
I’ve been doin’ my thang, these niggas been all up in the way (The ***?)
G-L-O-C-K, I pop a *** like a bottle of Ace (Whoa)
Got a thousand runners where I stay (Fah, fah, let’s go)
Diamonds dance Harlem Shake (Yeah)
For my birthday I got a new Glock (Fah, fah, fah, Glizock)
I’m screamin’, “*** these niggas” lately I’ve been bumpin’ 2Pac (Yeah)
The *** is still major (Skrrt), smoke a *** like a moon rock (Bop, bop, baow)
Came out the house today, Chrome Heart down to the tube sock (Phew, phew, woo, you dig?)
(Let’s go)
[Key Glock & Rickie Boger]
I put that money up for my (Baby, baby)
(Yeah, yeah, let’s go)
These hoes can’t have my (Baby, baby)
(Uh-uh, hell no)
Been sippin’ too much drink they told me to (Better slow down) (Woo)
Been gettin’ too much cake and I can not (Slow down)
[Key Glock & Rickie Boger]
Yeah, yeah (Baby, baby)
Yeah, yeah (Baby, baby, baby, slow down)
(You better slow down)
South Memphis finest (South Memphis finest, finest)
(You better slow down)
You dig?