Glock Glock! Chris King (Ft. Ty Dolla $ign)
"Glock Glock!" by Chris King featuring Ty Dolla $ign is a hip-hop track released in 2023. The song explores themes of street life, resilience, and the struggles of urban existence. It features catchy hooks and a heavy bassline, typical of modern trap music. The collaboration enhances its appeal, reflecting a blend of styles and cultural narratives. #HipHop
[Intro]
WLVS, looking for strippers and cocaine
[Chorus: Chris King]
Why you so shocked? (Why you so shocked?)
I get the guap (I get the guap)
I get a lot (I get a lot)
Got it on lock (Got it on lock)
Fire my Glock (Fire my Glock)
Fire the Glock (Fire the Glock)
Pour up the snot (Pour up the snot)
Pull off the lot (Pull off the lot)
Why you so shocked? (Why you so shocked?)
I get the guap (I get the guap)
I get a lot (I get a lot)
Got it on lock (Got it on lock)
Fire my Glock (Fire my Glock)
Fire the Glock (Fire the Glock)
Pour up the snot (Pour up the snot)
Pull off the lot (Pull off the lot)
[Verse 1: Chris King]
You rappers pretend who you not
Put your bitch ass in a box
But see my shoes on your Reeboks, or Adidas, or whatever you rock
We killing him and then we forgot
All this money on me is the shirt shop after you start thinking about hamicalibers and the aftermaths or what Dr. Dre would put out
Hammerspray, hand grenade, you should stand away
I'ma let the Taliban activate
I can put your jawn on WorldStar, nigga, that is only just a cam away
Stomach full, but I still grab a plate
Money come to me, bitch it gravitate
Neck need more carats than a rabbit's case
'Til my throat freeze like I'm shy to say
Shy to say, shy to say
I got a question, did you have a feeling you'd die today?
A silencer, silencer, pillow over the barrel just to shut up and bust shot a spray
It's not a game, gotta play, got a nigga rubbing elbows with the hall of fame
A problem for dollars, it got me customizing bullets nigga, let me write your name (Blat, blat)
WLVS, looking for strippers and cocaine
[Chorus: Chris King]
Why you so shocked? (Why you so shocked?)
I get the guap (I get the guap)
I get a lot (I get a lot)
Got it on lock (Got it on lock)
Fire my Glock (Fire my Glock)
Fire the Glock (Fire the Glock)
Pour up the snot (Pour up the snot)
Pull off the lot (Pull off the lot)
Why you so shocked? (Why you so shocked?)
I get the guap (I get the guap)
I get a lot (I get a lot)
Got it on lock (Got it on lock)
Fire my Glock (Fire my Glock)
Fire the Glock (Fire the Glock)
Pour up the snot (Pour up the snot)
Pull off the lot (Pull off the lot)
[Verse 1: Chris King]
You rappers pretend who you not
Put your bitch ass in a box
But see my shoes on your Reeboks, or Adidas, or whatever you rock
We killing him and then we forgot
All this money on me is the shirt shop after you start thinking about hamicalibers and the aftermaths or what Dr. Dre would put out
Hammerspray, hand grenade, you should stand away
I'ma let the Taliban activate
I can put your jawn on WorldStar, nigga, that is only just a cam away
Stomach full, but I still grab a plate
Money come to me, bitch it gravitate
Neck need more carats than a rabbit's case
'Til my throat freeze like I'm shy to say
Shy to say, shy to say
I got a question, did you have a feeling you'd die today?
A silencer, silencer, pillow over the barrel just to shut up and bust shot a spray
It's not a game, gotta play, got a nigga rubbing elbows with the hall of fame
A problem for dollars, it got me customizing bullets nigga, let me write your name (Blat, blat)
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