Mister Glock 2 lyrics

[Intro]
(Yo, Mannie)
(Let the BandPlay)
Glizock
Yeah
Yeah

[Chorus]
Wockhardt all in my kidneys (Wock', Wock')
I'm one hustling-ass young n*gga, I got racks stuffed all in my denim (Yup, yup)
I'm one money-getting-ass lil' n*gga, you know that I keep me a pistol (Baow)
Yeah, I stayed down and my money got bigger, now they calling me Mister (Who?)
Glock
Yeah, yeah, Mister sh*t On All His Opps
Yeah, b*tch, I'm Mister Flex a Lot
Yeah, Mister Stack It 'Til It Rot
Yeah, Mister Don't Care What It Cost
Yeah, Mister Let that Chopper Talk
Yeah, Mister Spend That sh*t and Get That sh*t Right Back ‘Cause It Ain’t Nothin' (Yeah)


[Verse]
Play with Glizock, then you're done
Where I'm from, we shoot sh*t for fun
Fourteen, smoking dope, shooting guns
Yeah, fifteen, flipping Os or onions
Sixteen, taking n*ggas' money
Seventeen, had juggers jumping
Eighteen, got locked up for hustling
Nineteen, made a milli', motherf*cker
Paper Route business, motherf*cker
I handle my business, motherf*cker
Yeah, I get busy, motherf*cker
Just mind your business, motherf*cker
Run me my digits, motherf*cker
Can't sign no dealy, motherf*cker
Nah, I can't sign sh*t unless it's eight figures, motherf*cker (The f*ck?)
Yeah, f*ck all that, I ain't selling my soul
I'll just go back to selling them 'bows
I'm sticking to the code
I'll never put a b*tch before my dough, no
This on my soul
Everybody know that I keep this sh*t on and I keep one on me (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Everybody know Glock don't give a f*ck about a n*gga or his homie
Self-made n*gga, yeah, I'm a loner
Who want smoke? Yeah, b*tch, I'm a stoner
Ayy, come get your b*tch, man, you must don't want her
Yeah, I beat that thing up and you know I boned her
Hit it out the park, yeah, I'm talking 'bout a home run
Now I got this b*tch here gone-gone
She said that she love me long-long
Time is money, b*tch
I am addicted to hustling, b*tch
Remember them days I was struggling, b*tch
Fast-forward that, now I'm having it, b*tch
Yeah, winning, having this sh*t
Money, choppers and choppers and sh*t
I keep me a bad-ass addicted lil' b*tch
Keep somethin' on my hip and somethin' to sip, n*gga, I got
[Chorus]
Wockhardt all in my kidneys (Wock', Wock')
I'm one hustling-ass young n*gga, I got racks stuffed all in my denim (Yup, yup)
I'm one money-getting-ass lil' n*gga, you know that I keep me a pistol (Baow)
Yeah, I stayed down and my money got bigger, now they calling my Mister (Who?)
Glock
Yeah, yeah, Mister sh*t On All His Opps
Yeah, b*tch, I'm Mister Flex a Lot
Yeah, Mister Stack It 'Til It Rot
Yeah, Mister Don't Care What It Cost
Yeah, Mister Let that Chopper Talk
Yeah, Mister Spend That sh*t and Get That sh*t Right Back ‘Cause It Ain’t Nothin' (The f*ck?)

[Outro]
Wockhardt all in my kidneys (Wock', Wock')
I'm one hustling-ass young n*gga, I got racks stuffed all in my denim (Yup, yup)
sh*t, for real, though
Yup, yup
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah