[ Featuring Young Dolph ]
Band
Yo, yo Manny
Let the band play
Yeah, guess what I did today? (what?)
I called up my jeweler and ordered a chain, yeah (bling)
I'm dripping, leaving stains (drip)
Designered down with some Michael Js, yeah
Baguettes on me, man (yeah)
This shit drip like a bucket of rain, uh (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I got aim (I got)
How the f*ck you think I got my name? (Glock)
I rap and my chopper sing
I bust rhymes and I bust brains
You're not my kind, we not the same
Niggas lame, that's on gang
Too much water, boy, I can't be drained
Yeah, I be going ape, no, I can't be tamed
Yeah, hop up in a big body, take both lanes (big body)
My nickname key 'cause I'm pure as cocaine (I'm pure)
Yeah, dope, dope (yeah)
Bitch, they treat me like the Pope, uh (yeah)
Bitch, I do what I'm supposed, uh (bitch)
And I'm supposed to get more, yeah (some more)
I'm just supposed to got more (I'm supposed to)
I'm just supposed to got more (I'm supposed to)
I'm just supposed to got more (I'm supposed to)
And more (more), and more (more), dope (dope)
Yeah, yeah, bitch, I don't play fair
Play with me, I dare, yeah
You're better off gettin' the chair, uh
They like, "Glock, you somethin' else," nah (Glizzock)
Nah, bitch, I'm the best, yeah (best)
I keep my opps upset, yeah (bet)
I'm a walking threat, uh (yeah)
With a check, yeah
They like, "What's next?"
Bitch, this not your average necklace
Baguettes on my chest, this shit cost about ten Lexus
Nigga, no cap, you can probably ask Alexa
Yeah, lil' nigga with them big figures, he so extra
Uh, Cartier frames on my face just like Dexter
Catch me in the lab every day, get my craft up
I remember them days makin' plays off a Samsung (remember that?)
Now I'm making plays, making plays in a mansion (woo)
Yeah, money talk, nigga, I didn't bite my damn tongue (nah)
Smoking on the best, yes, lil' nigga with vet lungs
I got them racks and some, ballin' hard, and one
Killin' shit, red rum, yeah
Yeah, guess what I did today? (what?)
I called up my jeweler and ordered a chain, yeah (bling)
I'm dripping, leaving stains (drip)
Designered down with some Michael Js, yeah
Baguettes on me, man
This shit drip like a bucket of rain, uh
Yeah, I got aim (I got)
How the f*ck you think I got my name? (Glock)
