Land of Lil Glokk lyrics

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[Intro]
I’m Lil Glokk, man, I'm already known
Mane, f*ck you talm' bout, n*gga (man, I don’t even know)
Yeah, what? you know you heard man them n*ggas real scared man
pus*y ass n*gga (them n*ggas real pus*y man) god damn
Yuh, oh yeah, we ain’t worried bout nun of that yeah we’ll really get that n*gga, yeah, grrah

[Verse]
I just be servin, thuggin’ the block cause I’m a killer
When the pressure get on 'em n*ggas forget that we gorillas
I’m a real ass baby, you know I grew up with them hitters
n*gga standing for his partna 'til we put them on that Silva
Gotta have the last laugh but my n*ggas ain’t no quitters, on the block with them Playboy bunnies and them villains
I was sliding on the block when them young n*ggas had no fye
And that n*gga play with Lil 40, you know that n*gga dying
And it’s crazy cause them n*ggas hit my brotha with that 9
And I used to see my auntie f*ck her nose up with them lines
Pitch black, this a late night creep four five
When EBG pull up and hollows pop, them n*ggas get to hiding
Pull them glizzys out the window, bodies turn to stop signs
AR with the double titty, make that baby n*gga cry
If I want a n*gga head then I'ma get that sh*t tonight
23 Glocks out, make them bullets take flight
30 round on me, I take a n*gga and his glizzy
I don't never wanna see the opposition up in my city
Pull the stick out the window, bet no n*gga won’t think I’m kidding
Why that n*gga keep looking? Kilo brazy said grab the blicky
If I call up Go.unna, bet a n*gga gon' lose his 50
And I’m talking about it, pull them Glocks and get it spinnin'
And we spending our money, it was never no penny pinching
Call up EBG Velly then them n*ggas gon' get to trippin'
Caught a homicide n*gga then the bodies gon' get to droppin'
Had to kick her out the slot, lil' shawty was pocket watching
n*gga looking at my Glock so I ask a n*gga “What’s glokkin?”
How you wanna be a gangsta, you pick up the fye and drop it
n*ggas saying he a snake so I pocket a n*gga wallet
Ain’t no pus*y in my circle, we find 'em and then we drop 'em
I ain’t beefing with no sissy ass n*gga so n*gga stop it
We don't play with our glizzys, we just take 'em out then we pop 'em
And the opposition know that I don’t really give a f*ck
That’s why them n*ggas so scared and they tails untucked
I’m a crazy ass n*gga so they call me the f*cking nut
Put the sticks in the air and watch the n*gga gon' bubble up
Put that 40 to his face and make that n*gga give it up
And them sweet ass n*ggas be the one to get sucker punched
Yuh, gang, yuh, gang, yuh yuh
Yeah, I keep me a lil' rocket when I walk inside the club
Cause if I see that GD n*gga then we taking all his drugs
I was hugging on my stick cause these lil' b*tches give no love
When the police hit the spot, I sweep the dope under the rug
When I’m whipping in the kitchen, young n*gga get bubble guts
Bet I let that yoppa eat that n*gga face just like a mutt
Whip the Draco on a n*gga, pistol whip him and shut him up
We just lit the block, lil' n*gga, cause he just run out of luck
Finna double cross that n*gga cause he just doubled it up
Heard a n*gga think he gangsta, finna take all of his stuff
Catch a rapping ass n*gga walking up his tour bus
I’m from 1800 Block so you know it’s more of us
Say you finna pluck who? n*gga, you just boring us
Shoot them glizzys out the window, man, we got them scores up
Yeah, I popped a f*cking perc and it open my pores up
I ain’t playing with no n*gga, I'm shooting just like the Bucks
Yeah, I copped a f*cking deuce and I poured it inside my soda
I’m the same Glokk, pop him, I don't gotta be on the corner
Keep the 30 on my hip when nobody look on my shoulder
Told your b*tch I want a baby, she said Lil 40 come over
We some 1800 steppers, it ain't ever been no pushover
Catch a n*gga at the function and start him up like a motor
Got a crazy ass grin on my face, I'm just like the Joker
I ain’t f*cking with that hoe until that hoe told me she sober
Yeah, they know about Lil Glokk
Yeah, they know the f*cking Baby Life the life of hard knocks
When I’m hopping out the sprinter, bet them n*ggas getting shot
I’ma kill on whoever you n*ggas thinking I’m not
Shoot a n*gga in the ass, start watching him bunny hop
We don’t know him so we had to give him permission to watch
Yeah, we watch them bodies drop
If EBG pull up them n*ggas get to drop boy
We’ll pull up right now, we some hot boys
We killing n*ggas right on 1800 Block boy
You pus*y n*ggas really never making no noise
The hollow tips, they really ripping through his carteroids
We some real hot boys, we some block boys
We some mothaf*ckin' 1800 Block boys
We’ll pull up right now n*ggas pop boy
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