Glock Sounds lyrics
by Children Of The Corn (Memphis)
[Samples]
Westwood comin' super deep up in this motherf*ckin' biz
Cowards lay it down, I got that Jason mask upon my face
Boy you better not bust a sweat, I got this tec up to yo neck
Hickory di*kory Dock from the Glock found in my suit
Now we (?) about to smoke out on a quarter pound