Glokk Lyrics

Oh my fucking God, Cordell, answer your fucking phone, I'm sick and fucking tired of you

Stop treating me like I'm one of your little bitches

Yeah, yeah

Clip on the Glock these nigga know I'm tryna spark it

(I'm tryna spark)

He ain't on shit he just gon talk like he the hardest

(He ain't on shit)

I got your bitch, she doing tricks, she go retarded

(She going dumb)

They say Lil' Cordell hard

Like Damn, man, I just started

(Huh?)

Lil Cordell smoke out the pound

And that shit gettin' loud ain't no turnin' it down

(I'm off that gas)

Your bitch, she all on my bed

And she moanin' and groanin' bitch bitch don't make a sound

(uh huh)

don't got the energy from then when that bitch see me now

Man, all my enemies

Yeah, They mama face I put a frown

I got racks

I got motion

I got money

I got Louis

Your bitch all in my face

Tryna shake all that booty

When that bitch

Hear my song

Know that she

Gon get groovy

Got two bad bitches on me

Both of them tryna make a movie

Got two bad bitches on me

And they both, they tryna do me

Hell nah ion rock Amiri on my jeans

Mane these hoes Ksubi

Every time they see Lil Cordell

Man, them niggas know I'm coolin

They want Lil cordell to drop

So you know that I'm gon' do it

Mary Jane, I smoke that pot

To that cash, I'm runnin' to it

This ain't Madagascar

But yo bitch

She love to move it

move it

Merch that nigga

Pussy swear to God

He ain't gon' shoot it

Shoot it

Tell that boy to back from me

I swear that I'm gon' lose it

lose it

Spray em down like mace

We put belt to ass

We Got them sticks

We got them drakes

After me,

She not the same

Please don't play with me

That boy lil cordell bout to fucking drawl

If i catch that nigga want his blood man i don't wanna brawl