(BandP)
South Memphis finest
Yeah, they call me Glock and the G stand for "Greatest" (Yeah)
Married to money, told her that I'm taken (Yeah)
Cutthroat the gang, better yet, we the navy (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And bitch, I'm that nigga, it ain't no debatin' (Yeah)
Fuck it, I might bulletproof the Mercedes (Fuck it)
Yeah, I'm playin' with this paper (Huh)
I'm ballin' like Kobe, these niggas can't ho me (Ho me)
Yeah, I might put up eighty-one
Everybody know me, it's MOB
Yeah, until I'm eighty-one
Yeah, bitch, I'm that nigga, a made one
Black diamonds on me Jacob, Akon (Yeah)
Bring it to your door like Avron
High as hell, might hit you with the ray gun (Fah, fah)
Where I'm from, you don't got it, then take some
Yeah, I'm smokin' on 'za, no fake Runtz
Where I'm from, you don't got it, then take some
I'm smokin' on 'za, no deps (No deps)
I ran that money up, no elevator or no stairs (No stairs)
Got a bad bitch to my left (My left)
I can do bad by myself (Myself)
Nine letters, you know what I rep (I rep)
Cutthroat, front ten, we step (We step)
Cutthroat Golden State, I'm Steph (I'm Steph)
Nah, better yet, I'm Steve Kerr (Steve Kerr)
Glizock that nigga, yes, sir (Yes, sir)
Run up on me, double dare (I dare you)
Heart cold as a polar bear
And name hotter than the fuckin' desert (Hot, hot)
I spent twenty thousand on some fur (Fur)
Then spend thirty thousand on some leather (Yeah)
Save that bullshit for the birds (Brrt)
Bitch, I'm on a whole 'nother level (Yeah)
Save that bullshit for the birds (Brrt)
Bitch, I'm in a whole 'nother lane (Yeah)
Got rich, shit start to change (Change)
Got rich, shit went left (Went left)
And before you get an M (What?)
You know you gotta take an L (Yuh)
These niggas pussy, that's what I smell (Smell)
These niggas pussy, these niggas hoes (Hoes)
I be hangin' with some niggas that cut throats and wipe nose, (Nose, yeah, woah, woah)
Ayy, they call me Glock and the G stand for "Greatest" (Fah, fah)
Look at your son, yeah, mama, we made it (Yeah)
They didn't believe in me just like the Lakers
Related to Dolph, plugged in with the flavors
Big rocks in my ears, this shit look like craters (Yeah)
Young nigga blessed, shout out my creator
I broke through the chart, she callin' me satan (On God)
Yeah
Nah, for real
I mean five real
Yeah, yeah
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