Ya Know

I gets a lot

I gets a lot dough

You gets not, bitch

I gets a lots of dough

I'm straight off the block, ya know?

I'm straight off the block, ya know?

And I still want some more

Don't fuck with the cops, no

I don't fuck with the ops, no

They call me Glock, ya know?

And you can get shot, ya know?

I gets a lots of dough

I'm straight off the block, ya know?

I'm straight off the block, ya know?

And I still want some more

Don't fuck with the cops, no

I don't fuck with the ops, no

They call me Glock, ya know?

And you can get shot, ya know?

Ya know, ya know, ya know

You see these rocks in my rope

Just bought an emoji, it's froze

20-K white and rose gold

And I put that on my soul

I brought out them racks, yeah, ya know

That's somethin' they already know

Gang shit, never-ever-ever on no lame shit

Get a pack and make it disappear, David Blaine shit

Mask off and I got the flame, on my 'caine shit

NASCAR, when I'm switchin' lanes in that foreign whip

Pull off, I lost my top

Hop out like Jack in the box

****, I don't want your thot

I hit and run, ignore it

You know I stay with them knots

Robbin' me, boy, I think not

I ain't gotta brag or talk

I gets a lots of dough

I'm straight off the block, ya know?

I'm straight off the block, ya know?

And I still want some more

Don't fuck with the cops, no

I don't fuck with the ops, no

They call me Glock, ya know?

And you can get shot, ya know?

I gets a lots of dough

I'm straight off the block, ya know?

I'm straight off the block, ya know?

And I still want some more

Don't fuck with the cops, no

I don't fuck with the ops, no

They call me Glock, ya know

And you can get shot, ya know

Ya know, ya know, ya know

Choppers and Glocks

Put a fuck **** on Fox

That what he get tryna plot

Already know what I'm 'bout

Make your ho creep out the house

Sneakin' at night like a mouse

Everywhere I go, I got that pipe on me

VVS drippin' like I got a water leak

I down the pack so fast, thought I gave that shit for free

I got it out the mud, I thank my plug, he dirt cheap

I get it in, get it gone

I set up trap, Home Alone

I ball back to back, ping pong

Got bad bitches on my ding dong

Count up, I broke a arm

Born to rack six, I'ma don

When I was six, thought no gun

At thirteen I got my first bond

I gets a lots of dough

I'm straight off the block, ya know?

I'm straight off the block, ya know?

And I still want some more

Don't fuck with the cops, no

I don't fuck with the ops, no

They call me Glock, ya know?

And you can get shot, ya know?

I gets a lots of dough

I'm straight off the block, ya know?

I'm straight off the block, ya know?

And I still want some more

Don't fuck with the cops, no

I don't fuck with the ops, no

They call me Glock, ya know

And you can get shot, ya know

Ya know, ya know, ya know