Nick! - Glock! Lyrics

(Hahaha, is the mic on)?
Ight
(I got a beam on a glock)
(Run up on us you getting popped)
(Pull up on shorty, she givin' me top)
I got a beam on a glock (huh)
Run up on us you getting popped
Pull up on shorty, she givin' me top
She gonna brag that she f*cked on a star
Hop in a whip with that red key, SRT the car (SRT the car)
Niggas hatin', but I still get my bag
Found out imma rapper, what the f*ck, cause of the cash
Bitch, I'm high as hell Smokin' on that good pack
Two in the morning, she wanna come over, I can never do that
Prada shades on my face, they hide the red eyes
I'm in a whip and she givin' me top while I drive
Little does she know she only the side
Bitch, I punchin in like im Mike Tyson, thought I was broke, you was wildin
Playin' these games on my phone, you childish
Runnin' to me, cause you ran out of options
Walk in the store, I don't look what I'm coppin'
Hating on me, but you ask when I'm droppin
Never at school, I'm not goin' to college (no)
Little ho dumb, but she givin' good knowledge
Hittin' me up cause my music is poppin'
Hit from the back, all you hear is applaudin
I'm in the Honda, I'm speedin' not stoppin
I'm just swervin' in and out of lanes, yeah, I'm cuttin' up
You want me cause my bank roll, I knew that from the jump
Cookies in the pack, we just roll up fat
Said she fallin love with the raps, When I really know it's the rack's
I got a beam on a glock (huh)
Run up on us you getting popped
Pull up on shorty, she givin' me top
She gonna brag that she f*cked on a star
Hop in a whip with that red key, SRT the car (SRT the car)
Niggas hatin', but I still get my bag
Found out imma rapper, what the f*ck, cause of the cash
Bitch, I'm high as hell Smokin' on that good pack
Two in the morning, she wanna come over, I can never do that