Dari
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nyquan D Boyd
Songwriter
Deontay White
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tyreek Spann
Producer
Lirik
Man you thought that this shit
Was a joke
Man I really be running my city
No wonder why they really call me the goat
And I keep me a rocket
It's stuffed in my pocket
You know if I up ima blow
And I don't like to talk to you bitches
Or laugh with you ****
This shit ain't no joke
I told 'em that I go by Glizzy
I keep me a Glizzy
Yeah that be my gun now
This bitch ain't no thot
But she like to get freaky
I told 'em just watch how she buss round
This shit on my wrist really cost me a brick
Some people might call it a bussdown
Some **** be soft as a bitch
But they get them a pistol
And act like they tuff now
That young **** swinging that glock
Like a mop
You would've thought he was a janitor
I really post up with them shooters
So please come correct
Cause boy they'll handle ya
And them young **** demons
Savage
They pullup like dirk from the mavericks
Big four five knock off his cabbage
Red dot, head shot, casket
That young **** all in the club
He really be popping them bottles
He really be fucking them models
That young **** stay with them racks
In his pocket
You would've thought
That young **** hit the lotto
That young **** spin on yo block
With the choppas
That young **** stuffing yo bitch
Like a taco
That young **** keep 'em a Haitian
And he got some dreads
You would've thought he played on shottas
We swinging that Glock
Left to right
Left to right
Left to right
Left to right
Oh he got a Glock, well I got a Glock
And we swinging left to right
Left to right
Left to right
Left to right
We swinging that Glock
Left to right
Left to right
Left to right
Left to right
Oh he got a Glock, well I got a Glock
And we swinging left to right
Left to right
Left to right
Left to right
Man I think that they thought I was playing
Man I really be fucking these bitches
My city on lock and you know
I'm the man
And I keep me three K cause I don't
Fuck with **** you know that we move
Like the Klan
He say that he with it
Well show that you with it
We might just hit him and his mans
I really got racks in my pants
And I got the blick in my hand
I pop me a bean do my dance
Now I got yo bitch in a trans
He popping that shit on the net
Infant get on his neck
We leave him where he stand
She think ima pay for some sex
Lil bit just gimme neck
We won't meet up again
Im giving 'em drip potion
And my lil bitch thick, poking
We moving too swift, motion
Just tell that lil boy i ain't joking
Just tellem ain losing no focus
I'm balling they call me D Rose
And
She want me to swim in the ocean
I like to back paddle, I'm floating
Aye aye BITCH
We swinging that Glock
Left to right
Left to right
Left to right
Left to right
Oh he got a Glock, well I got a Glock
And we swinging left to right
Left to right
Left to right
Left to right
We swinging that Glock
Left to right
Left to right
Left to right
Left to right
Oh he got a Glock, well I got a Glock
And we swinging left to right
Left to right
Left to right
Left to right
Written by: Deontay White, Nyquan D Boyd
