Glock Out
Ghost-fantum
GENRE
Intro (?)
Pre Chorus
Pop out, I'm in the club with a Glock out
I'm in the club with a wife beater
Me and my crew with 4 heaters
Girls in line just to meet us
Doing lines just to stay up
Where you at girl, I'm way up
Counting racks, told em pay up
Got that
Pop out, I'm in the club with a Glock out
I'm in the club with a wife beater
Me and the crew with 4 heaters
Girls in line just to meet us
Doing lines just to stay up
Where you at girl, I'm way up
Counting racks, told em pay up
Chorus
Got that check through the mail
Got that check through the mail
(yeah, yeah)
Got that check through the mail
Got that check through the mail
Check through the mail
(oh, yeah)
Got that check through the mail
Got that check through the mail
Got that check through the mail
Verse
I'm breaking on these hoes neck
I been on my grind
They be like what's next
It's my time
Imma shine as I should bitch
Stay flossy on the scene
Oh my goodness
Got them niggas spending paper
For a thick chick
In the club poppin bottles
Like a rich bitch
Gott em begging for this pussy
Come and kiss this
Kitty purrin
Come and lick this, yeah
Pre Chorus
Pop out, I'm in the club with a Glock out
(I'm finna kill it)
I'm in the club with a wife beater
Me and my crew with 4 heaters
Girls in line just to meet us
Doing lines just to stay up
Where you at girl, I'm way up
Counting racks, told em pay up
Got that
Pop out, I'm in the club with a Glock out
I'm in the club with a wife beater
Me and my crew with 4 heaters
Girls in line just to meet us
Doing lines just to stay up
Where you at girl, I'm way up
Counting racks, told em pay up
Chorus
Got that check through the mail
Got that check through the mail
Got that check through the mail
Got that check through the mail
Check through the mail
Got that check through the mail
Got that check through the mail
Got that check through the mail
Verse
They gotta stay off the shrooms
So they do not see me
My spirit is breezy
I make it look easy
Haunting ya dreams
They waking up sleepy
On to your next bitch
She just wanna be
Every track was about me this month
I was seeing
Into the future
I go without weeping
I go without pleading
For I am the beacon
That’s come to stop bleeding
Out of the mouths from the women receiving
The pain and the grieving
It’s not what it’s seeming
The glitter is gleaming
We are reaping
What I sewed in the soil
My Bentley is beaming
Did you really think
I wouldn't use em as my puppet
Pulling all your strings
Cause I know just how you love it
Underground hip hop
Melodic rap star
Stay up out my mentions
This is real rap bars
I set the bar
Dudes doing acrobatics
You don’t understand my flow cause that shit erratic
Wake up hit a dab
Cry my eyes out back to bed
Bitch I'm not taggin em
Bitch you not having em
Too busy hatin
Should’ve been creatin
Baddest bitch and everyone knows it
How is her flow the absolute coldest
Did it by myself
By myself
No one watching over me
I don’t need no help
I’m the fucking coldest bitch
I can’t get over it
System of a come up
Like I’m cumming from a loaded dick
Ego on 5,000
Don't touch me friend
You can't touch me friend
Cause we are not friends
Mhm, yeah
Chorus
Got that check through the mail
Got that check through the mail
(You can't touch me, yeah)
Got that check through the mail
Got that check through the mail
Check through the mail
Got that check through the mail
Got that check through the mail
Got that check through the mail
Pre Chorus
Pop out, I'm in the club with a Glock out
I'm in the club with a wife beater
Me and my crew with 4 heaters
Girls in line just to meet us
Doing lines just to stay up
Where you at girl, I'm way up
Counting racks, told em pay up
Got that
Pop out, I'm in the club with a Glock out
I'm in the club with a wife beater
Me and the crew with 4 heaters
Girls in line just to meet us
Doing lines just to stay up
Where you at girl, I'm way up
Counting racks, told em pay up
Chorus
Got that check through the mail
Got that check through the mail
(yeah, yeah)
Got that check through the mail
Got that check through the mail
Check through the mail
(oh, yeah)
Got that check through the mail
Got that check through the mail
Got that check through the mail
Verse
I'm breaking on these hoes neck
I been on my grind
They be like what's next
It's my time
Imma shine as I should bitch
Stay flossy on the scene
Oh my goodness
Got them niggas spending paper
For a thick chick
In the club poppin bottles
Like a rich bitch
Gott em begging for this pussy
Come and kiss this
Kitty purrin
Come and lick this, yeah
Pre Chorus
Pop out, I'm in the club with a Glock out
(I'm finna kill it)
I'm in the club with a wife beater
Me and my crew with 4 heaters
Girls in line just to meet us
Doing lines just to stay up
Where you at girl, I'm way up
Counting racks, told em pay up
Got that
Pop out, I'm in the club with a Glock out
I'm in the club with a wife beater
Me and my crew with 4 heaters
Girls in line just to meet us
Doing lines just to stay up
Where you at girl, I'm way up
Counting racks, told em pay up
Chorus
Got that check through the mail
Got that check through the mail
Got that check through the mail
Got that check through the mail
Check through the mail
Got that check through the mail
Got that check through the mail
Got that check through the mail
Verse
They gotta stay off the shrooms
So they do not see me
My spirit is breezy
I make it look easy
Haunting ya dreams
They waking up sleepy
On to your next bitch
She just wanna be
Every track was about me this month
I was seeing
Into the future
I go without weeping
I go without pleading
For I am the beacon
That’s come to stop bleeding
Out of the mouths from the women receiving
The pain and the grieving
It’s not what it’s seeming
The glitter is gleaming
We are reaping
What I sewed in the soil
My Bentley is beaming
Did you really think
I wouldn't use em as my puppet
Pulling all your strings
Cause I know just how you love it
Underground hip hop
Melodic rap star
Stay up out my mentions
This is real rap bars
I set the bar
Dudes doing acrobatics
You don’t understand my flow cause that shit erratic
Wake up hit a dab
Cry my eyes out back to bed
Bitch I'm not taggin em
Bitch you not having em
Too busy hatin
Should’ve been creatin
Baddest bitch and everyone knows it
How is her flow the absolute coldest
Did it by myself
By myself
No one watching over me
I don’t need no help
I’m the fucking coldest bitch
I can’t get over it
System of a come up
Like I’m cumming from a loaded dick
Ego on 5,000
Don't touch me friend
You can't touch me friend
Cause we are not friends
Mhm, yeah
Chorus
Got that check through the mail
Got that check through the mail
(You can't touch me, yeah)
Got that check through the mail
Got that check through the mail
Check through the mail
Got that check through the mail
Got that check through the mail
Got that check through the mail
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