[Intro: Glockaveli]
Yeah, ah, ahh
Glocki
Yeah, yeah, uhh shit

[Verse 1: Glockaveli]
Now I'm that n***a with the bag, all the hoes tryna come back and have a n***a babies
Yeah these VVs shining hella hard, now these hoes tryna treat me like a young n***a Jay-Z
Know a lotta n***as mad that they ain't me, so I never tote a gun with the safety
When I pick up that mop and line up the opps bitch, I be shootin' like K-D
What's the word?
Ain't talking money then it's for the birds
Big bad Glock tryna put in work
I can get a n***a rocked take 'em off the Earth
They want me to fall, go wait on it
They see how I ball, they hate on it
I ain't droppin' no calls, that K on me
You gon' get hit in yo face, homie (Ye, ye)
I been waitin' for a pussy n***a, come and test me
I'ma wet 'em up like a jetski
I been snipin' n***as like I'm Wesley (Ye, ye, ye)
Spin on this block with my bestie
Glock .23 i'ma shoot till it's empty
Added the switch to this bitch
​'Cause boy I ain't playin', get 'em gone in the jiffy
[Chorus: Glockaveli]
Remember them days I was dead broke
Now a n***a flood out the bando
Ready for war, we got ammo
187 I stand fo'
Remember them days I was dead broke
Now a n***a flood out the bando
Ready for war, we got ammo
187 I stand fo'
Ooo, 187 I stand fo'
Yeah, 187 I stand fo' (These n***as gon' die)
Ooo, 187 I stand fo'
Yeah, ready for war, we got ammo

[Verse 2: Ian]
Ye, am făcut "Mili", acu' vreau un miliard, ye
Frații-s familia, avem zăpadă, vanilia
Vin după tine mai rău ca-n Sicilia, aye
Stai, bagă linia, ya
Care sunt primii? Ya
Te desenează ca Mandy și Billy, ya
Nu stau cu chiria
Nu port Amiri, ya
Calculatoare de bani fără Myria
O fut cu frate-miu, cred c-am corupt-o (Corupt-o)
Asta-i idee preconcepută
Nu-s Chupa Chups, da' cu mine ți-ai supt-o
Am planete, stele-n cap, Pluto
Papă pula, gust-o
Fute-o, sare-n lustră
Numa' pizde naturale, cum te cheamă Giusto
Stai departe, șusto
Tare ca o crustă
Cum intră pe ușă, îi bag pula pă sub fustă
[Chorus: Glockaveli]
Remember them days I was dead broke
Now a n***a flood out the bando
Ready for war, we got ammo
187 I stand fo'
Remember them days I was dead broke
Now a n***a flood out the bando
Ready for war, we got ammo
187 I stand fo'
Ooo, 187 I stand fo'
Yeah, 187 I stand fo'
Ooo, 187 I stand fo'
Yeah, ye, ready for war, we got ammo

[Verse 3: Glockaveli]
I'd rather sit in front 12 than carried by 6, ​'cause I'ma make the bail
Doin' hits by myself, ​'cause one thing's for certain, I'll never tell
This a Glock not a keltec, I know it'll never fail
Try to run and you gettin' stretched, they can't visit you in hell
N***a, you cappin', boy yo ass soft, you ain't hurt nobody
N***a, you lackin', shootin' off top you ain't got time to cock it
Yeah, sendin' n***as up like a rocket, uh
Boy you better not get a pocket, uh
Bitch, you ain't a opp, you a target
Bitch, we here to put you in the bag like a market
They said the reaper comin'
Tell the boys that I'm already here
Not in the NBA, but somehow I'm the shooter of the year
I heard they plottin' on me
But they know I really don't care
'Cause God be the only man that I fear