Got too many stickies, my shots never picky Like Pete in the paint, but you're bad with
The blicky My shots never pow, they go pop like I'm 50
I make you a stain on your block like you chewing gum
Said he gon' ride for his mans, now it's two of em
Like to take shots in advance, that's a two-in-one Collectin' wolf tickets, then cash em are
You the one pole with the light, and it's bright like I'm Obi-Wan
Got too many Glockies My wrist lookin' rocky, I whip like a Wocky
I'm gon' off the sake, bea bending a blocky I'm good as Sriracha, with steel like hibachi
Got too many Glockies My wrist lookin' rocky, I whip like a Wocky
I'm gon' off the sake, bea bending a blocky I'm good as Sriracha, with steel like hibachi
I think this is my season, just give me a reason I'm leavin' the scene, like Freddy been creepin
And leavin' their bodies in freezers, you know what I'm hittin' for
No time for no skizzes, bro That stick like a crunch, always holdin' me up off the floor
Watch how I let it go My niggas like hitmen from 300 yards
They droppin' the bitch straight through the door
Got too many Glockies My wrist lookin' rocky, I whip like a Wocky
I'm gon' off the sake, bea bending a blocky I'm good as Sriracha, with steel like hibachi
Got too many Glockies My wrist lookin' rocky, I whip like a Wocky
I'm gon' off the sake, bea bending a blocky I'm good as Sriracha, with steel like hibachi
Got too many Glockies, I come out the pocky It's off with your toppy, want brain's like a zombie
Your girl keep the body, the shells I'm collectin' them
Strange how they stretchin' em I don't want beef, I want peace, so don't pressure him
Wolf with the sheep, let me sleep, ain't no checkin' him
I'm from the streets or a section that's separate
My flows is different like grass in the Netherlands
I take your chick, now she mine like embezzlement
Thought you was good, got a past that's irrelevant
I been a G since the seed, now you sellin' it
Told you my story was cold, now you tellin' it
Call me, duce zero, empty then reload
I never been picky, you points like a free throw
Got too many shotties, might blow down your blocky
I'm good with the shoulders, I move just like Rocky
Got too many Glockies My wrist lookin' rocky, I whip like a Wocky
I'm gon' off the sake, bea bending a blocky I'm good as Sriracha, with steel like hibachi
Got too many Glockies My wrist lookin' rocky, I whip like a Wocky
I'm gon' off the sake, bea bending a blocky I'm good as Sriracha, with steel like hibachi
The beam on the top of the rifle is brighter than the light on top of a lighthouse
The gas that I'm smokin' is kickin' my lungs ass, they likin' the nineth round
The Glockie that I got on tuck is a pocket rocket, like the fuse then it's lights out
Reload the clip and they scatter like who let the mice out
I one deep with it, I don't like crowds
The Glock on my side like a sidekick
Say cheese, won't you crack a smile
The weed that I'm smokin' is just like a side bitch
She can't come up to the house
You big and you bad to the nigga like me
Put your bitch ass in time out
Put your bitch ass in time out
Got too many Glockies