Glock On My Cock

[Intro]
Glock on my Cock yuh
(Thirty-Two)
Hey that's LIT!

[Chorus]
Glock on my cock
Only let it pop
When the bass drop
Don't talk if you won't walk
My name Boulder like the rock
Your bitch smell like a dirty sock yea
Don't make me mop the floor
With your ass I come up first
You drop out dead last
You in the past like a rod I cast yea
Up in Cali havin a blast
I smoke that gas
Entertainment for the mass
Speed up in my range
Won't let em' pass
Too fast, Might crash
You nasty, Got a rash
I be countin' dat' cash
Melissa Carthy pass the mash, SNL

[Verse 1]
I be doin' well
Made it outta hell
Wait til' you hear the bell
Like my shit sell
You a fuck
You done fail
Your bitch kiss me then tell
Your Keenan and Kell
Nickelodean, Cambodian
Out in the water
Can't boat again
Jet Ski, Palm Tree
We in America we all free
Just wait you gon' see
My dick got teeth that rip your mouth off
Suck my dick so I don't have to go and fucking Jack off

[Verse 2]
I'm on my grind
Yea I don't ever slack off
Time for your physical
Give a doc a hard cock
Actin' like your hard but
Boy you damn soft
It's about time that I go and
Fucking board my plane yea
One way flight to fuckin L.A. yea
Feelin good your boy just got fucking paid yea
Now to get made yea
Throwin' some shade yea
Makin sure my legacy don't ever fade yea
I can never be tamed yea
Self aware I can't be stopped

[Verse 3]
Don't even try bitch or you'll get dropped
Pull out my Glock cock and you get popped
Boy this floor looks like it really needs mopped
Your bitch called me she said I must be top
Look at the new watch that I just fuckin copped
That's a whole life savings boy you get bopped
Goin' 190 I can't ever get clocked
Put your ass on the cutting board and you get chopped
I fly high ain't ever fuckin been flopped yea

[Chorus]
Glock on my cock
Only let it pop
When the bass drop
Don't talk if you won't walk
My name Boulder like the rock
Your bitch smell like a dirty sock
Don't make me mop the floor
With your ass I come up first
You drop out dead last yea
You in the past like a rod I cast
Up in Cali havin a blast
I smoke that gas
Entertainment for the mass
Speed up in my range
Won't let em' pass
Too fast, Might crash
You nasty, Got a rash
I be countin' dat' cash
Melissa Carthy pass the mash
Yuh