Mr. Glock Songtext

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
Baby, 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