Plies, Jackboy - Glock With A Dyck lyrics
Jackboy [Pierre DeLince]
[Plies, Jackboy - Glock With A Dyck lyrics]
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)
Come around this bitch and spray this
Bitch 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, bitch
I’m shootin’ walk up on you with that fifty
Cal and let it go
Jack boy from 1800, bitch, I’m from 4
Ask me what I bought
Myself for Christmas, bitch, a stick
I just bought myself another
Yopper with a dyck
I am not squashing nothing, bitch
I want the smoke
Catch you lacking off in traffic
Bitch and let it go
Bet a bag that I hit you with a dome shot
Glock hit game
We ain’t fucking with the opps
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)
Just like a 90s baby yeah
I’m on that stupid shit i step on a nigga I
Ain’t with that goofy shit
I ain’t got a no problem
I’ll stand over me a Bitch
I ain’t got too rich to the
Drop ski on me a bitch
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 nigga ever touch my children, ima show it
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)
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)
Come around this bitch and spray this
Bitch 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, bitch
I’m shootin’ walk up on you with that fifty
Cal and let it go
Jack boy from 1800, bitch, I’m from 4
Ask me what I bought
Myself for Christmas, bitch, a stick
I just bought myself another
Yopper with a dyck
I am not squashing nothing, bitch
I want the smoke
Catch you lacking off in traffic
Bitch and let it go
Bet a bag that I hit you with a dome shot
Glock hit game
We ain’t fucking with the opps
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)
Just like a 90s baby yeah
I’m on that stupid shit i step on a nigga I
Ain’t with that goofy shit
I ain’t got a no problem
I’ll stand over me a Bitch
I ain’t got too rich to the
Drop ski on me a bitch
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 nigga ever touch my children, ima show it
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)