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Glocks What I Like Video (MV)




Performed By: GucciBoyMelv
Language: English
Length: 2:23
Written by: Mifflin Gwean




GucciBoyMelv - Glocks What I Like Lyrics
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I like glocks
36
18
Props
The Shid I call my guns
When a video get shot
Laws been Watchin gucciboy Cause lately I've been hot
They don't like see
Niggas like me
Eat or be on top
Huh
Ion give a f*ck about the laws
And
Bitch I know my rights
So they can try
To make me stop
If youon got a warrant
You can't search me
In this car
Don't give f*cks
About a badge
Bitch you can't put me on da spot
Doin what I want
And what I do
Bitch dats the motto
Bitch I be on go
Like f*ck a manual
I'm auto
I live in dem partments
Where da speedbumbs
Got a pothole
Lately I've been tryna find a way to hit da lotto
If a Nigga want the smoke
I says it's up
Like a parachute
She so stuck to me
She be like bae
I'm tryna marry you
Ballin like a Cav
I feel like
20 03 Larry Hughes
Make like mortal combat
Send my young nigga
To finish you
All my niggas know
Dat gucciboy
Don't play no games
Worry bout dese
Hundred dollar bills
Like f*ck the fame
When I'm finally rich
They know that
Gucciboy won't change
I hate when bitches get up in my face
Dat Shid lame
Get up out my bubble
Tell the gang to huddle
Make a game plan
To move this work
Up off the Muscle
Rob a nigga Shid
And leave his stupid ass puzzled
Rough a nigga up
And leave him crumbled
Like a ruffle
5 Shots
Settin off dem bullets like some pop rocks
Pistol whip a nigga
Till his bitch ass screamin
(Stop stop)
Postin wid lil terry
Dats my brudda
Tryna hotbox
More gas in the front
And we jiggy
Where da moon rocks?
All my niggas tryna smoke some gas
We want pressure
I want the whole gram up in my gar
Add anotha one
Make sure Put that Shid up on the scale
Just to measure
Cause I get in my feelings bout my weed
I'm too clever
You know lil gucciboy gone pop hits
Gotta always keep it on my left hip
Sometimes I be itchin just to pop Shid
Let a nigga know that I ain playin
If he want it
We gone rock him
Stop it
Why you be so turnt just to rock shit?
My dawgs in da system
Dats the reason
I be locked in
Bitch I'm chasin money
F*ck that nigga
We gone drop him
I Step up on the gas like f*ck
Whoeva
They jus Talkin
Rockin
Wid me is da hardest
Ain't no stoppin
Jockin
Takin niggas bitches
Cause we poppin
Hottest
In the f*ckn city
I'm da topic
I spit only pressha
Only heat dat I be droppin
Bitch
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I like glocks
36
18
Props
The Shid I call my guns
When a video get shot
Laws been Watchin gucciboy Cause lately I've been hot
They don't like see
Niggas like me
Eat or be on top
Huh
Ion give a f*ck about the laws
And
Bitch I know my rights
So they can try
To make me stop
If youon got a warrant
You can't search me
In this car
Don't give f*cks
About a badge
Bitch you can't put me on da spot
Doin what I want
And what I do
Bitch dats the motto
Bitch I be on go
Like f*ck a manual
I'm auto
I live in dem partments
Where da speedbumbs
Got a pothole
Lately I've been tryna find a way to hit da lotto
If a Nigga want the smoke
I says it's up
Like a parachute
She so stuck to me
She be like bae
I'm tryna marry you
Ballin like a Cav
I feel like
20 03 Larry Hughes
Make like mortal combat
Send my young nigga
To finish you
All my niggas know
Dat gucciboy
Don't play no games
Worry bout dese
Hundred dollar bills
Like f*ck the fame
When I'm finally rich
They know that
Gucciboy won't change
I hate when bitches get up in my face
Dat Shid lame
Get up out my bubble
Tell the gang to huddle
Make a game plan
To move this work
Up off the Muscle
Rob a nigga Shid
And leave his stupid ass puzzled
Rough a nigga up
And leave him crumbled
Like a ruffle
5 Shots
Settin off dem bullets like some pop rocks
Pistol whip a nigga
Till his bitch ass screamin
(Stop stop)
Postin wid lil terry
Dats my brudda
Tryna hotbox
More gas in the front
And we jiggy
Where da moon rocks?
All my niggas tryna smoke some gas
We want pressure
I want the whole gram up in my gar
Add anotha one
Make sure Put that Shid up on the scale
Just to measure
Cause I get in my feelings bout my weed
I'm too clever
You know lil gucciboy gone pop hits
Gotta always keep it on my left hip
Sometimes I be itchin just to pop Shid
Let a nigga know that I ain playin
If he want it
We gone rock him
Stop it
Why you be so turnt just to rock shit?
My dawgs in da system
Dats the reason
I be locked in
Bitch I'm chasin money
F*ck that nigga
We gone drop him
I Step up on the gas like f*ck
Whoeva
They jus Talkin
Rockin
Wid me is da hardest
Ain't no stoppin
Jockin
Takin niggas bitches
Cause we poppin
Hottest
In the f*ckn city
I'm da topic
I spit only pressha
Only heat dat I be droppin
Bitch
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Writer: Mifflin Gwean
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