Glock With A Dyck

[Chorus: Jackboy] Whole lot of grimace, whole lot of zock Glock with a dyck, I’ll pull up on yo block (aye) Glock with a dyck, I’ll let off thirty shots (aye) Glock with with a dyck, make you call run and call the cops (aye) Whole lot of grimace, whole lot of zock Glock with a dyck, I’ll pull up on yo block (aye) Glock with a dyck, I’ll let off thirty shots Glock with with a dyck, make you call run and call the cops (aye) [Verse 1: Plies] Come around this bitch and spray this bitch out like just Cooley I’m a snipper’ too I’ll pick yo ass off with the tooley I don’t go on licks with him no more because he be spookin When I pull up on you I ain’t talking, bitch, I’m shootin’ Walk up on you with that fifty cal and let it go Jack boy from 1800, bitch, I’m from 4 Ask me what I bought myself for Christmas, bitch, a stick I just bought myself another yopper with a dyck I am not squashing nothing, bitch, I want the smoke Catch you lacking off in traffic bitch and let it go Bet a bag that I hit you with a dome shot Glock hit game, we ain’t fucking with the opps [Chorus: Jackboy] Whole lot of grimace, whole lot of zock Glock with a dyck, I’ll pull up on yo block (aye) Glock with a dyck, I’ll let off thirty shots (aye) Glock with with a dyck, make you call run and call the cops (aye) Whole lot of grimace, whole lot of zock Glock with a dyck, I’ll pull up on yo block (aye) Glock with a dyck, I’ll let off thirty shots Glock with with a dyck, make you call run and call the cops (aye) [Verse 2: Plies] Just like a 90s baby yeah I’m on that stupid shit I step on a nigga I ain’t with that goofy shit I ain’t got a no problem, I’ll stand over me a Bitch I ain’t got too rich to the drop ski on me a bitch Pole got a beam and dyck on a stick Ever get the ups better hope that you don’t miss Ever play with me or one of mine you gettin’ spanked We gon hit you up and we ain’t talking bout a shank Broad day we clickin’ don’t care nothing bout the lights We gon be in yo head nonstop just like some lice We don’t ride around with this artillery just to tote it Any nigga ever touch my children, ima show it [Chorus: Jackboy] Whole lot of grimace, whole lot of zock Glock with a dyck, I’ll pull up on yo block (aye) Glock with a dyck, I’ll let off thirty shots (aye) Glock with with a dyck, make you call run and call the cops (aye) Whole lot of grimace, whole lot of zock Glock with a dyck, I’ll pull up on yo block (aye) Glock with a dyck, I’ll let off thirty shots Glock with with a dyck, make you call run and call the cops (aye)