Glock With A Dyck lyrics

[Chorus: Jackboy]
Whole lot of grimace, whole lot of zock
Glock with a dyck, I’ll pull up on yo block (aye)
Glock with a dyck, I’ll let off thirty shots (aye)
Glock with with a dyck, make you call run and call the cops (aye)
Whole lot of grimace, whole lot of zock
Glock with a dyck, I’ll pull up on yo block (aye)
Glock with a dyck, I’ll let off thirty shots
Glock with with a dyck, make you call run and call the cops (aye)

[Verse 1: Plies]
Come around this b*tch and spray this b*tch out like just Cooley
I’m a snipper’ too I’ll pick yo ass off with the tooley
I don’t go on licks with him no more because he be spookin
When I pull up on you I ain’t talking, b*tch, I’m shootin’
Walk up on you with that fifty cal and let it go
Jack boy from 1800, b*tch, I’m from 4
Ask me what I bought myself for Christmas, b*tch, a stick
I just bought myself another yopper with a dyck
I am not squashing nothing, b*tch, I want the smoke
Catch you lacking off in traffic b*tch and let it go
Bet a bag that I hit you with a dome shot
Glock hit game, we ain’t f*cking with the opps

[Chorus: Jackboy]
Whole lot of grimace, whole lot of zock
Glock with a dyck, I’ll pull up on yo block (aye)
Glock with a dyck, I’ll let off thirty shots (aye)
Glock with with a dyck, make you call run and call the cops (aye)
Whole lot of grimace, whole lot of zock
Glock with a dyck, I’ll pull up on yo block (aye)
Glock with a dyck, I’ll let off thirty shots
Glock with with a dyck, make you call run and call the cops (aye)

[Verse 2: Plies]
Just like a 90s baby yeah I’m on that stupid sh*t
I step on a n*gga I ain’t with that goofy sh*t
I ain’t got a no problem, I’ll stand over me a b*tch
I ain’t got too rich to the drop ski on me a b*tch
Pole got a beam and dyck on a stick
Ever get the ups better hope that you don’t miss
Ever play with me or one of mine you gettin’ spanked
We gon hit you up and we ain’t talking bout a shank
Broad day we clickin’ don’t care nothing bout the lights
We gon be in yo head nonstop just like some lice
We don’t ride around with this artillery just to tote it
Any n*gga ever touch my children, ima show it

[Chorus: Jackboy]
Whole lot of grimace, whole lot of zock
Glock with a dyck, I’ll pull up on yo block (aye)
Glock with a dyck, I’ll let off thirty shots (aye)
Glock with with a dyck, make you call run and call the cops (aye)
Whole lot of grimace, whole lot of zock
Glock with a dyck, I’ll pull up on yo block (aye)
Glock with a dyck, I’ll let off thirty shots
Glock with with a dyck, make you call run and call the cops (aye)