#G-LOCKS! ft. Bankroll & Beemmo Lyrics

(Like, on bro')

(On bro', like)

(Slimetime, Slimetime, Slimetime)

OH MY GOD, DID FINATIC MAKE THIS? (Rrahh-rrahh)

On bro', I did! (On the set, niggas know what the fuck goin' on)

On bro', on bro' (Like)

I remember this one bitch, I gave her my heart and I sat back, thinkin', "I know what she do"

Tell GoSLIME, "I'ma blow like a flute"

Niggas talk on my manz, but, they never spin thru

And, they call me "KeemB, Mr. StayWithTheJuice"

Tryna slide thru they block and makin' a move

On bro' and i'm makin' a move

Get tapped in ya head, tryna spin with a deuce, like

I don't care what you did

I'll come thru ya block, then, i'll throw it

I hop in that shark and I bet you, i'll hold it

On the track, niggas think i'm a poet

Like, Gunna got clapped, man, that lil nigga folded

Tryna swing thru my block? That's how you get toasted

Two glocks, yea, this shit got a full clip

Bitch is a bop, she suck on the whole dick

On bro', like, niggas be cap when you see them in-person, this shit got a beam and I call it a "G-LOCK"

On bro', you can't run from the G-LOCK

Bro' tried to run, he got hit with a green dot

Niggas be dumb, tryna spin with 380s?

Watch this, he get rocked like a baby

Gunna got shot, should've had him a Stacy

Niggas be tight, cuz' i'm fuckin' they lady

Seen a opp, made a movie, some shit niggas re-watch, fuck is a G-Shock?

Fifty round drum, gettin' stuffed in the G-Lock

Bro' got a thirty bop', stuffed in the G-Lock

Red, blue, greentips makin' ya bean pop

Where is yall at? I'm tryna see if the beef hot

On bro', tryna see what the beef 'bout

On to the next block, we had to reroute

Gang 4-deep in a Jeep, bring the Gz out

Walk in the party, I bet you they leave out

If you clamin' it's beef? I'ma see 'bout

We in a X5, wearin' no seatbelt

If it's a shark, i'm holdin' that V' down

Missin' my niggas, just with they could see now

Opp bitch fishy, i'm smellin that sea-town

Grrahh-grrahh- boom, how that muhfuckin' G' sound

Too many opps, new blocks, tryna see 'bout

Niggas be too bummy, kids look too beat down

In the Camp', no gun, opp niggas got beatdown

Goofy ass niggas, keep talkin' 'bout beef, now

I'm in a M' and i'm holdin' that V' down

You hear that "Vroom?" That's that muhfuckin' V' sound

Thotty bitches on dick, i'm beatin' them cheeks, now

Make noise in my city, gotta' walk with a heat now

You'll get burnt with the heat, now, for talkin' hot

I'm comin' to seek, you ready or not?

We got 30 boppas, Ruger Clips, Forties, and them Glocks

Said that "You gon kill me?" Take a shot like a doctor

Spin like Propellers on a Heli, with a Choppa'

And, this shit gon' BeatBox, I Spotem', I Gottem'

Them shottas would drop him like he was an album

Tappin' my pockets, get X'd out like Malcolm

Catch a opp, he get clapped with whoever around him

I'ma send them rounds, uh, if I see you around, uh

He was talkin' Foul, but, I caught him Out of Bounds, uh, that's a Turnover

Standover and burn on him

He got me heated, so, I gave his ass a cold shoulder

On bro', like, niggas be cap when you see them in-person, this shit got a beam and I call it a "G-LOCK"

On bro', you can't run from the G-LOCK

Bro' tried to run, he got hit with a green dot

Niggas be dumb, tryna spin with 380s?

Watch this, he get rocked like a baby

Gunna got shot, should've had him a Stacy

Niggas be tight, cuz' i'm fuckin' they lady

Seen a opp, made a movie, some shit niggas re-watch, fuck is a G-Shock?

Fifty round drum, gettin' stuffed in the G-Lock

Bro' got a thirty bop', stuffed in the G-Lock

Red, blue, greentips makin' ya bean pop

Where is yall at? I'm tryna see if the beef hot

On bro', tryna see what the beef 'bout

On to the next block, we had to reroute

You'll get burnt with the heat, now, for talkin' hot

I'm comin' to seek, you ready or not?

We got 30 boppas, Ruger Clips, Forties, and them Glocks

Said that "You gon kill me?" Take a shot like a doctor

Spin like Propellers on a Heli, with a Choppa'

OH MY GOD, DID FINATIC MAKE THIS?