Lil Durk - Glock Up (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Lil Durk - Glock Up (en) Lyrics
My boys play no games
Keep mops, need no aim
Lil durk need no fame
Pints in, need codeine
2K for these balmains
2K cause we ballin'
Bad bitch
keep callin'
Poker face,
we all in
Blockbuster,
we pop up
Pussy boys
ain't on none'
Keep your gun,
we pop up
Don't try us,
we glocked up
Homicide, I
ain't seen none'
Pussy boy, while
y'all mean mug
See us, them boys
can't be us
Tweakers, why they
be wifing eaters
E-way, smoking,
choking, coughing
Rollin' up on
that keisha
Guns down, man I
can't leave 'em
Make sure that he
don't see us
Run off on me,
I guarantee my
boys'll be to see him
64 Hundred normal
Trap house be
doin' numbers
Hundred just don't
be stunting
You might make it
through the summer
You ain't eat cause
you thuggin'
Two two three
shells like suckers
She say she cannot fuck off
a xanny, she need a upper
Arrogant motherfucker
Runnin' off from
the bubble
Felonies, I
got double
See me, they know
it's trouble
Shootin' shit,
ain't no scuffle
Vernie, that boy
the muscle
I be sippin' actavis while them
boys be sippin' 'tussin
Keep mops,
need no aim
Lil durk need
no fame
Bad bitch keep callin'
Poker face, we all in
Blockbuster, we pop up
Pussy boys ain't on none'
Keep your gun, we pop up
Don't try us, we
glocked up
Homicide, I ain't
seen none'
Rob who?
Just go and get
a jive coupe
I'm three-double-o,
that's my tool
You snatch this chain on l'a,
this chopper gon' chop you
My bitch ass is a1, in love
with her top too
Lil booka will
drop you
Leave your ass wet up, this
chain I got is wet up
Don't trust no
hoes, they set up
It's louis v
all over me,
I swear I'm in a
chess club
Streets gon' miss
bankroll,
For him I keep a
bankroll
Hate skank hoes, and I never
wear the same clothes
Designer, ain't it ain't
too hard to find us
Got killers off
in atlanta,
And I cop drink
from the mana
Excuse, I ain't got
no manners
Excuse, I ain't
got no manners
My boys play
no games
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