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Ayy They got me fucked up Hah, haha, yeah (Sledgren) Big Glock, lil' bitch Ayy, I'm right back on they ass, yeah, they done made me mad, uh I been keeping calm, constantly keep making cash, yeah I been getting bag after bag after bag, yeah (Racks) Presidential shit, I wrap my Maybach matte black, yeah Call me Mr. Glock, shooters in the front and back, yeah I'm on my Memphis shit, these bitches coming in a pack, uh These niggas pussy cat, straight cap, Cat in Hat, yeah Baby, I'm a player and my daddy was a mack, yeah, huh Yeah, and that's a motherfuckin' fact, yeah Never leave the house without my motherfuckin' strap I was fourteen years old with that motherfuckin' sack, yeah I don't fuck with none of these rappers, they know that, uh Ayy, I'm right back on they ass, yeah, they done made me mad, uh I been keeping calm, constantly keep making cash, yeah I been getting bag after bag after bag, yeah Presidential shit, I wrap my Maybach matte black, yeah Call me Mr. Glock, shooters in the front and back, yeah I'm on my Memphis shit, these bitches coming in a pack, uh These niggas pussy cat, straight cap, Cat in Hat, yeah SongtexteBaby, I'm a player and my daddy was a mack, yeah Smoking mack with my unc', he call it 'thrax, uh Yeah, I was thirteen sneakin', geekin', drinkin' Actavis A couple niggas play with us, we turned that ass to dust Don't let them gas you up, heart cold, no mask or gloves, nigga (Nigga), uh Hit your ass up with some slugs I run with hustlers and thugs I got this shit out the mud, nigga (Yeah) Ayy, who want this smoke? I got bud Strapped in the church and the club What the fuck you niggas thought this was? (The fuck?) Ayy, I'm right back on they ass, yeah, they done made me mad, uh I been keeping calm, constantly keep making cash, yeah I been getting bag after bag after bag, yeah Presidential shit, I wrap my Maybach matte black, yeah Call me Mr. Glock, shooters in the front and back, yeah I'm on my Memphis shit, these bitches coming in a pack, uh These niggas pussy cat, straight cap, Cat in Hat, yeah Baby, I'm a player and my daddy was a mack (Gangster) Ayy, why y'all so turnt? Hah I love you, Mr. Glock I love, I love you too, hahaha Aus Songtexte Mania