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what you ain’t know - glock jones lyrics

[intro: glock jones]
(iceyboy)
ayy, glock jones for real, n*gga woah (this chicago n*gga!)
toting hundred glocks, for real, n*gga, woah
n*gga bang, n*gga what, n*gga bang, n*gga what
n*gga bang, ayy, ayy n*gga bang, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go (808 [?])
i’m that n*gga uptown, i don’t know no f*cking top soulja
catch one of you n*ggas, that glock blowing
bend off them cars, drop shots on ’em
i get your address, it’s a go
you with your mother, n*gga? it’s a go
i put your b*tchass on the floor
you whip my sight, i swing my door

[chorus]
i been that n*gga, what, you ain’t know?
we got in that car and you ain’t go
i think he scared, these n*ggas ho
i’m in that drop top with a ho
lil’ brodie twelve, he tryna work
he get that switch and he gon’ kirk
i put a opp*n*gga in the dirt
i’m in that mode, i pop a perc’
i been that n*gga, what, you ain’t know?
we got in that car and you ain’t go
i think he scared, these n*ggas ho
i’m in that drop top with a ho
lil’ brodie twelve, he tryna work
he get that switch and he gon’ kirk
i put a opp*n*gga in the dirt
i’m in that mode, i pop a perc’
[verse 1: glock jones]
hop out on all them n*ggas
i don’t f*ck with none of them n*ggas
i got that drac’, i’m tryna go through
i’m ’bout to shine on n*ggas
lil’ bro just slimed a n*gga
yeah, we gon’ stand on that
these n*ggas ain’t got no hats
late night, jumped out with blatt
hop out the car, they be like “sh*t”
we up the street, we doing sh*t
lil’ shawty bluffing, ain’t doing sh*t
i blow that hot sh*t from that stick
he tried to move, his ass got hit
i hit like ten shots from that fifth
and i could drag, i put that work in
i got a car, okay, let’s work then
i’m in the red vette, call it [?]
i’m on their one*way letting shots off
blow that drac’, knock his socks off
when that tape come, n*gga block gone
free my men, they doing years
i f*ck with wop, i f*ck with giz
i f*ck with mook, he toting driz
i pull up, hop out, be like “yeah!”
just talked to memo, free my heart
might get on facetime with the opp
i show my chain, i show my watch
we be right there in ten, just watch
i blow that glock, i blow that drac’
i f*ck your b*tch, i pull her lace
f*ck ert, they bust that mace
shoutout my man, he beat that case
lil’ b*tch, she bad, want lululemon
i bend her over and get right in her
i got that drac’ thing for you, n*gga
i ain’t bump that ap in a minute
we got that drop on cuz, spin it
i got that cash, racks, spinning
tre just hopped out with that glizzy
i let my nuts drag through the city
[verse 2: gizwop]
just made that drac’ thing real sound fully
got 7.62s for a bully
when i catch him, i’m gon’ cook him
over the jail, the opps, we cook ’em
n*ggas capping, n*ggas cookie
they shooting out cars, these n*ggas rookies
i’m tryna k!ll then get more hats
i catch his ass, shoot him to death
just like a soldier, i’m gon’ step
i’m in them cars, you know i’m that
we just gon’ slide, we ain’t gotta prep
ran into n*ggas, they got pressed
they know i’ma score, i can’t be checked
i’m shooting my gun, gotta know i’m a vet
and i’m f*cking with glock, tryna go up the _
’bout to go on the opp n*ggas’ tour with a blatt

[verse 3: no savage]
yeah, them boys compete on riding d*ck, i know for sure they got me beat
i catch his car, i get up close and pin his b*tchass to his seat
lil’ bro in the cell, he stuck on a leash
you know i done spinned all over the east
body after body, it ain’t no peace
n*ggas start dying when this sh*t get deep
n*ggas getting smoked ’cause they ain’t no vets
i could win a show and i’m toting this blatt
f*cking with his b*tch, i be gripping her neck
she only could eat ’cause i don’t want s*x
we f*ck on the low, i call her my slatt
it’s a broke*b*tch hype and she ain’t even that
know something getting striked, i’ma spin for a hat
three blocks, one night, it be set after set
she moving too fast, this b*tch got a cat
i bought her some ass, this b*tch bought a pet
i barely could f*ck her, the b*tch too fat
i know she’ll f*ck anybody with a check
i run up a bag, go hop on a jet
i f*ck up a slab, go back and finesse
know sh*t get bagged so i play chess
you try it with me and your ass get stretched n*gga, b*tch

- glock jones lyrics

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