FETTY GLOCK Lyrics

(Not at the table Carlos)

Uh

Uh

Fetty Wap, big glock, Pop it's a face shot

Fetty Wap, big glock

Pop Out

Fetty Wap, big glock, Pop it's a face shot

We gon take his eye out with a chop in a tank top

I be sipping straight wok got a bottle of straight drop

Got the dope fiends crushing up blocks of the dank rock

Word to my mother I swear that I hate cops

Aye I just be counting them racks and I can't stop

If I step foot on the floor then the paint hot

I hit from the back got her pulling the cake out

Pulling the shank out

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Fetty wap I'm in the trap with a

Fetty wap I'm in the trap with a Trap queen

Pouring syrup we been sipping on codeine

Keep a strap we in the trap with the dope fiends

Now Yo bitch take xan bars nigga she off of four beans

Uh uh

Molly water got her feeling the

Molly water got her feeling the vibe

I swear the dope fiends need me to survive

You wanted beef be happy that you niggas alive

Plugged in I ain't cutting the ties

Oooh

Oooh

Fetty Wap pop out Glock with a chop out

Fetty Wap, Pop out

Fetty Wap, big glock, Pop it's a face shot

We gon take his eye out with a chop in a tank top

I be sipping straight wok got a bottle of straight drop

Got the dope fiends crushing up blocks of the dank rock

Word to my mother I swear that I hate cops

Aye I just be counting them racks and I can't stop

If I step foot on the floor then the paint hot

I hit from the back got her pulling the cake out

Pulling the shank out

10 Pounds Runtz I'm pullin the dank out