[Intro: Key Glock]
Yeah
Glockaveli

[Verse 1: Key Glock]
Cutthroat n***a (Yeah)
At the same time I'm 'bout my dope, n***a ('Bout my dope, yeah)
I'm a go-getter (Yeah)
.45 on me, turn you to a ghost, n***a (Fah, fah)
No n***a (No), on this earth can treat me like a ho, n***a (Yeah)
Yeen know, n***a, that these bitches call me the GOAT, n***a? (Yeah)
Glizock, I'm your majesty, I take you out like Applebee's (Uh)
All these bitches after me, if they could, they would tackle me (Yeah)
N***as sneak dissin' 'bout these hoes, yеah, that shit baffle me (Haha)
Everything thеse n***as tell these bitches, it gets back to me
Stall, lame-ass, hatin'-ass, peon-ass n***a (Ayy)
Yeah, they call me Mr. Glock, I press a button and send a missile (Fah)
Soon as I get in the car (Skrrt, skrrt), she try to suck it through the zipper
Yeah, these n***as hatin' on me, they hated God and Flippa (Yeah, yeah)
Ten toes down, I'm standin' tall, goin' all in, n***a (Yeah)
You fuck with the other side, I don't fuck with y'all n***as (Uh-uh)
Glizock, that's my dog five life (Five life)
You know I'ma ride with 'em (Let's go)
If you ever go against him better run and hide, n***a (Pow, pow, pow, pow)

[Chorus: Key Glock & Rickie Boger]
I put that money up for my (Baby, baby)
(Yeah, yeah, let's go)
These hoes can't have my (Baby, baby)
(Hell no)
Been sippin' too much drink they told me to (Better slow down)
(Woo)
Been goin' too damn hard they told me to (Slow down)
(Woo, let's go)
[Verse 2: Key Glock]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Yeah)
I've been doin' my thang, these n***as been all up in the way (The fuck?)
G-L-O-C-K, I pop a n***a like a bottle of Ace (Fah)
Got a thousand runners where I stay (Fah, fah, let's go)
Diamonds dance Harlem Shake (Yeah)
For my birthday I got a new Glock (Fah, fah, fah, Glizock)
I'm screamin', "fuck these n***as"
Lately, I've been bumpin' 2Pac (Yeah)
The shit is still major (Skrrt), smoke a n***a like a moon rock (Bop, bop, baow)
Came out the house today, Chrome Heart down to the tube sock (Phew, phew, woo, you dig?)
(Let's go)

[Chorus: Key Glock & Rickie Boger]
I put that money up for my (Baby, baby)
(Yeah, yeah, let's go)
These hoes can't have my (Baby, baby)
(Uh-uh, hell no)
Been sippin' too much drink they told me to (Better slow down) (Woo)
Been gettin' too much cake and I can not (Slow down)

[Outro: Key Glock & Rickie Boger]
Yeah, yeah (Baby, baby)
Yeah, yeah (Baby, baby, baby, slow down)
(You better slow down)
South Memphis finest (South Memphis finest, finest)
(You better slow down)
You dig?