Glock Box lyrics

[Intro]
That's what I thought you said
Now let me offer this as a rebuttal

[Chorus: Noirillusions]
b*tch, I tote my Glock, b*tch, I tote my Glock (Woo)
b*tch, we on your block, please don't tell the cops (Woo)
All this dope, homie, I call it exhaust
Smoking fat Backwoods, they lit like cigars
I like foreign cars (Yuh), I f*ck foreign broads
That b*tch too damn loud, put di*k in her mouth (Shut up)
She didn't like me back then but she like me now
Pour a four in my cup, hope that I don't drown

[Verse 1: Noirillusions & Fijimacintosh]
b*tch, I'm Gucci down (Brr), lil' ho, wipe me down (Brr)
I been servin' all these bricks, ship 'em outta town (Yuh)
She just popped a Percocet now she actin' out (Yuh)
Put some gold in my mouth, now she love my smile (Smile)
Thirty K I just made last week
Now your b*tch wanna f*ck with me
Take a sip of the bubbly (Yeah, yeah)
Oh my God, blue hunnids on me (Oh yeah)
When you sleep, b*tch, you see me in your dreams (Woah)
Money tall, yeah, tall like Yao Ming (Woah)
b*tch, I ball, b*tch, I ball like Kobe (Woah)
All that ass, put that pus*y on me
[Chorus: Noirillusions & Fijimacintosh]
b*tch, I tote my Glock, b*tch, I tote my Glock (b*tch)
b*tch, we on your block, please don't tell the cops (Woo)
All this dope, homie, I call it exhaust (Exhaust)
Smoking fat Backwoods, they lit like cigars (Ah)
I like foreign cars, I f*ck foreign broads (Hey)
That b*tch too damn loud, put di*k in her mouth (Shut up)
She didn't like me back then but she like me now (Yuh)
Pour a four in my cup, hope that I don't drown

[Verse 2: Fijimacintosh]
Ride on that di*k like a bike, uh (Woo)
Chopper ain't really gon' bite, uh (Brr)
Chopper just hit then bite, uh
f*ckin' that b*tch all night (Woo)
Diamonds on my wrist, they bright (Woo)
f*ckin' that b*tch all night (Woo)
Diamonds on my wrist, they bright
n*ggas mad, n*ggas f*ckin' mad, shawty make it dance
Chopper dance, chopper hit his mans, b*tch, I f*ck up ya ass
I go ape like I'm little Caesar, turn into Vegeta
In the trenches with that Desert Eagle, serve you and you people (Yuh, yuh, yuh)
Oh damn, my hands full of bands, she gon'
Twerk some for your man (Woo)
Pop a rubber band, money goin' everywhere (Yuh)
[Chorus: Noirillusions & Fijimacintosh]
b*tch, I tote my Glock, b*tch, I tote my Glock (b*tch)
b*tch, we on your block, please don't tell the cops (Woo)
All this dope, homie, I call it exhaust (Exhaust)
Smoking fat Backwoods, they lit like cigars (Ah)
I like foreign cars, I f*ck foreign broads (Hey)
That b*tch too damn loud, put di*k in her mouth (Shut up)
She didn't like me back then but she like me now (Yuh)
Pour a four in my cup, hope that I don't drown

[Outro]
That's what I thought you said
Now let me offer this as a rebuttal
Izak made this one