Glockies lyrics

[Chorus: Prince Glo & Jackboi Boomain]
Too many glockies
I got the drum, he got the one with the stick
We set it off in this b*tch
Thinkin' it's sweet
Smack his ass with this blick
Changed his attitude quick
Too many blicks
He don't want smoke in this b*tch
Too many B's in this b*tch
Ain't got no appraisal for sh*t
Too many glockies
I got the drum, he got the one with the stick
We set it off in this b*tch
Thinkin' it's sweet
Smack his ass with this blick (Yeah)
Change his attitude quick
Too many blicks
He don't want smoke in this b*tch (Jackboi)
Too many B's in this b*tch
Ain't got no appraisal for sh*t

[Verse 1: Jackboi Boomain]
Too many glockies
Now tell me how you really wanna do it
I got the stick and the drum and they knockin' and stuffin' your body with bummer fluid
They rippin' through him
I'm in the fields, I'm checkin' up B's
The bullets they comin' they bussin' to 'em
Them jackers they jackin' for cheese
They pumpin' your head so n*gga just give it to 'em (Stupid)
Too many Glocks (Hunnid rounds)
That's too many shots (Brr, Gun 'em down)
I'm chasing that n*gga
I'm squeezin' the trigger like f*ck all the gun sounds (Brr, Ow)
Stop all that talkin'
We gon' show you walking (Stupid)
Lil' n*gga it's time to have fun now
Them jackers they pull up with bands
Get shot in your back
Then call it a man down
[Chorus: Prince Glo & Jackboi Boomain]
Too many glockies
I got the drum, he got the one with the stick
We set it off in this b*tch
Thinkin' it's sweet
Smack his ass with this blick
Changed his attitude quick
Too many blicks
He don't want smoke in this b*tch
Too many B's in this b*tch
Ain't got no appraisal for sh*t
Too many glockies
I got the drum, he got the one with the stick
We set it off in this b*tch
Thinkin' it's sweet
Smack his ass with this blick (Bow)
Change his attitude quick
Too many blicks
He don't want smoke in this b*tch (Bow)
Too many B's in this b*tch (Bow, Bow)
Ain't got no appraisal for sh*t

[Verse 2: Prince Glo]
How do you want it
I got a Glock with a drum
Let off shots leave 'em numb
Red rum
Now these n*ggas lookin' dumb
My heart cold, b*tch I'm numb
Matter fact, I'm a vulture
Try to run I'ma hawk ya
Where you go, bullets go
Guarantee you with the flow
13 double O, Glo
I'ma do his ass the clear way
His ass up in the gang way
Hit his ass with that Daffy Duck
f*ck it, that's what his name say
Mask up, the Kane way
Ever seen two ops in the same day
We packin' sh*t like the Green Bay
Don't let us find out where you stay
DOA, red tape, white sheet
Murder block, b*tch we playin' for keeps
Headshot, put a n*gga to sleep
Packed shows, that's where we be

[Outro: Prince Glo]
Too many glockies
I got the drum, he got the one with the stick
We set it off in this b*tch
Thinkin' it's sweet
Smack his ass with this blick
Changed his attitude quick
Too many blicks
He don't want smoke in this b*tch
Too many B's in this b*tch
Ain't got no appraisal for sh*t
Too many glockies
I got the drum, he got the one with the stick
We set it off in this b*tch
Thinkin' it's sweet
Smack his ass with this blick
Change his attitude quick
Too many blicks
He don't want smoke in this b*tch
Too many B's in this b*tch
Ain't got no appraisal for sh*t