[Verse 1 : yayu]
\nFucked up whip with a party of five and it's smoking all loud, it was hard to be quiet
\nWannabe stars got charts to align with
\nThey treat it like Marcus cuz all this shits dying
\nLex with the metal got baldies inside him
\nI'm Jeff in your home with a talking appliance
\nProbably send all of your dawgs to the highest
\nGet stuffed in a cone that I'll stop 'em from biting (Uh)
\nNo joke, put a stand up guy in a sleeper
\nI don't wanna talk speed, die with a reaper
\nAnd I'm always on edge, still solid, I don't teeter
\nBitch said : "I don't wanna fuck no rapper" that's cool, I don't wanna fuck you neither
\nYou ain't gotta pull up, we don't got a link if you really wanna die by a goddamn feature, pussy
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\n[Chorus : yayu]
\nHuh, tsk
\nHe only tough with a Glock
\nHe only tough with a Glock
\nHe only tough with a Glock
\nAct like it's up when it's not (Uh)
\nWhere in the fuck he get off? (Uh)
\nCause he only tough with a Glock (Uh)
\nHe only tough with a Glock, bitch
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\n[Verse 2 : Mir Blackwell]
\nHe only tough with a Glock till that fucker don't pop, I'm burstin' his bubble (Pop)
\n??? as soon as I see her I get in her warts and I turn her to rubble (Let's go)
\nAnd we be fuckin' a lot, never trusting the thot, never turn in to cuddle (No)
\nNigga they muggins easy when we paint the selfie, we still get some trouble (Let's get it)
\nNiggas on this block making movies
\nShot with a beam, we can hear it with a Bluray (Buh bah bah)
\nNiggas turned up on a Tuesday
\n??? let it fly like a blue jay (Hey nigga)
\nOr they gettin' hit like Twoface
\nBullets gonna fly of the top like a toupee
\nGot a new ??? with a new ray
\nNo whip niggas, bust down like Blueface (He's broke)
\nYou already know how my crew get
\nDon't hand me up for a ??? bag (I need my cash)
\nCool whip color like cool whip
\nAnd you know I need me a Madonna in the back of it (I need my ass)
\nThat mean I asked out, told me to go ate
\nWhen I smash I'm DK clappin' it (Give me that shit)
\nTry me before anything else (Huh?) so I had to cut her short like an acronym (Okay)
\nThe life that I live sweet, key twin Glocks in my crack, I'm Floyd in the hotel (In the hotel)
\nBeefin' with the gang, it won't go well
\nLittle nigga keep a big stick call 'em Noel (Baowh)
\nMake an impact when he throw shells
\nPut that boy to the next world, I said "Oh well" (Oh well)
\nThe day I fall over will be a cold hell
\nI'll keep a Glock for the day that my flow spell
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\n[Chorus : Mir Blackwell]
\nHe only tough with a Glock
\nYeah, he only tough with a Glock
\nHe only tough with a Glock
\nAct like it's up, but it's not
\nWhere in the fuck he get off?
\nCause he only tough with a Glock
\nHe only tough with a Glock
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\n[Verse 3 : yayu]
\nYeah fuck it, I give him a reason to move
\nBitch I ain't tryna get even with you
\nI just don't vibe with the shit that he do
\nHandy man, he won't be speaking with tools
\nLeave 'em damaged, ain't just leaving a bruise
\nAwkward silence got me readin' the room
\nOff of violence if we seein' him soon
\nYeah, ride with some shit that's gonna open a case cause I keep the light out like I'm closin' the drapes
\nNickin' his breath if he's smokin' a vape
\nPut iron on X, I know he ain't safe
\nSwing off the waist, got Bolognese
\nIf it ain't 'bout pesos, know I'm blowin' glaze
\nHe hit my phone cause he wanted a taste
\nBest in my circle, it's not for debate
\nThink I'm the best yet to the deathbed
\nFlick off the excess, smokin' on chest press
\nAttune to the man in my head, I ain't met yet
\nOpp in the area, see me on a fetch quest
\nPut me in the mix, get checks, no stock, I'm a success, keeping them invested
\nIn the home of the pigs and the methheads, tryna lie low and it's easy on the west end
\nI'm a fortunate guy, this shit is mine for the takin'
\nI was too poor to survive, ain't gotta force me to grind
\nI know there's more to this life
\nI did a whole lot of bakin', need a proportionate slice
\nPushin' these mortals aside, like\n\n
