(Buddah blessed this beat)
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yeah, ayy (Yeah)

We outside, smokin' Indo (Yeah)
Yeah, pocket full of C-notes, all the nines came with extendos (Yeah)
Chopper on the backseat, gang'nem shootin' shit like B-roll (Yeah)
I come from a city, we don't trick, nigga, we pimp hoes (Yeah)
Six figures in my earlobes (Yeah)
And thirty in my Glock (Yeah)
I told the bitch I'm single, but be sleepin' with my chop
I fell in love with codeine, shit, I might invest in Wock'
Yeah, I fell in love with hustlin' and I don't plan on stoppin'
Bitch, I'm gettin' that broccoli (Yeah), and cheese (Yeah)
I be flexin' hard, bitch, I do this shit with ease (Yeah)
You's a peon, nigga, yeah, I'm a P (Yeah)
You's a peon, nigga, I'm a P (Ayy), don't get put on a tee

I'm pourin' drop inside my drop, higher than an astronaut
In my own world like Travis Scott
They like, "Glock, you dope as fuck," might catch me jumpin' out the pot
Oops, I mean jumpin' out the drop
Yeah, iced out Rollie 41, least the size a hockey puck
"Why the fuck they call you Glock and you keep an FN with you?"
Bitch, I'm cutthroat to the bone, yeah, bitch, I'm cutthroat to the gristle
It's the middle of the summer, hold my wrist up, now it's winter
It's the middle of the summer, I walk in the building, make it blizzard (Woo)
These niggas monkey in the middle, I'm pourin' up a cup of fizzle
Rollin' up a blunt of Skittles, me, Bart and a couple bitches
Eighteen, locked down in the system, now I'm one rich-ass lil' nigga
Niggas dissin', got me tickled, boy, you in the house

We outside, smokin' Indo (Yeah)
Yeah, pocket full of C-notes, all the nines came with extendos (Yeah)
Chopper on the backseat, gang'nem shootin' shit like B-roll (Yeah)
I come from a city, we don't trick, nigga, we pimp hoes (Yeah)
Six figures in my earlobes (Ooh)
And thirty in my Glock
I told the bitch I'm single, but be sleepin' with my chop
I fell in love with codeine, shit, I might invest in Wock'
Yeah, I fell in love with hustlin' and I don't plan on stoppin' (Uh-uh)
Bitch, I'm gettin' that broccoli (Yeah), and cheese (Yeah)

Yeah, yeah
And cheese, yeah, yeah, yeah
And cheese
G-Lock

Copyright: EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Writer(s): Adolph Thornton Jr., Markeyvius Cathey