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Mr.Glock
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Mr.Glock was released on July 7, 2024 by Out The Mud Records as a part of the album Popular NPC
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Release DateJuly 7, 2024
LabelOut The Mud Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM160

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
J Rokk
J Rokk
Songwriter
Jimmy Bracey III
Jimmy Bracey III
Songwriter

Lyrics

My name is M-R-G-L-O-C-K Mr. Glock, it hold a 30 clip to get you cremade
Fuck around, you gon' earn your bitch-ass a nickname
Bitch-ass boy who be runnin', know how he made
My name is M-R-G-L-O-C-K Mr. Glock, yeah, bitch, it's Mr. Glock
Fifty caliber, this shit get hectic, round a victim
Doberman is Kato, he a eight-month, tell him, get him
Dead body, saliva on him, he must've licked him
We got **** in dead bodies, posted on pictures
I ain't with the talkin' on the net, I'll come and get ya
Spinnin' like a tornado, Dizzy, I'm movin' quicker
This is not a drill song, it's a hood scripture
Bullets burnin' like the sun, a shot of fuckin' liquor
Draco curing' COVID, sendin' out a hundred shots
Fuck the opps, I'll have their bitches in here scrubbin' pots
**** playin' Call of Duty, I'm a juggernaut
**** popped me in my arm, he got a lucky shot
I ain't the coldest, but I'm like that with my ice on
Ice, red syrup, double cup, I drop the pint gone
Lean got me leanin', almost made my whole night long
Told her if she tryna catch a vibe, then this the right song
Told her if she tryna' catch a opp, then this the right song
**** hidin' from the Glock, this beam gon' turn the lights on
Play this bitch when I be runnin', drills, cause this my fight song
Damn, y'all takin' all my bars? Hold up, let me write more
It's M-R-G-L-O-C-K
Mr. Glock, it hold a 30 clip to get you cremade
Fuck around, you gon' earn your bitch-ass's nickname
Bitch-ass boy who be runnin', know how he made
On probation, I be tryin' me, cause I ain't got no tooth
Fuck around, ****, bitch, I'm always used to breakin' rules
P.O. told me, Jail or listen, bitch, I'll never fuckin' choose
So I went my own route, cause I know I'll never lose
I don't care, fuck it, I'm gon' file street motions
Make these crackers listen up and make em' refocus
A hundred shots into the court, they tryna beat COVID
They tryna diss all of my songs and say my beat bogus
Narcotics poppin', oxies keep a Louis round my waist
12 been on my fuckin' dick since I beat that lil' fuckin' case
Fuck probation, take no deal, throw a hundred in my face
Turn me up, fuck around, I'll take the police on the chase
I'm the one that's stackin' pictures of my opp's faces
**** think I'm playin' till they see these shell cases
Pretty boy a thug, ****, never had to say shit
I'm the one that's leavin' dead bodies on the pavement
I'm the one that went to jail and never wrote a statement
I got out y'all talkin' shit, I guess it's time to change it
I didn't mean to shoot your leg, nah, I misplaced it
I'm aimin' for your fuckin' brain, GTA have you wasted
Written by: J Rokk, Jimmy Bracey III
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