Big Glock Lyrics

Lift the big Glock dem
Easy
Lift the big Glock dem
Lift the big Glock dem
Mad head, lift the big Glock dem
Mad
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Lift the big Glock dem

Lift the big Glock dem, yeah
Mad head, lift the big Glock dem
Mad head, lift the big Glock dem
Mad head, lift the big Glock dem, yeah
Big Glock dem, yeah
Mad head, lift the big Glock dem, yeah
Mad head, lift the big Glock dem
Mad head, lift the big Glock dem

Make the matic roar
If a pussy diss him aggo dead inna the road
A nuh colab when I put the lead inna your clothes
Top a the scope on a fucking high resort
Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm
The gun a sing sweet like Tyla, yeah
Big dawg like a Rottweiler
Open up a boy head, marrow like pilot, yeah
Brawling wolf dead, me say why not? Why not?
Automatic squeeze, knocking them, light up, light up
The rifle a sing like Tyla
Me rifle a sing like Tyla
Yeah

CR7 top striker
Make blood a gush like tidal, tidal
Spin pan your hands like a spiral
Shot a crawl pan your neck like a spider
Prince and no princess and no child that
Pure blood make your shirt wet like a diver
Shot a boy and a stroll like MacGyver
Bomb watch the timer
Make the matic beat, beat till you're final
Life and win or take or spend shell that no vital
And the boss a boy head that go viral
Boxes bullet money have to spend, shot a rival, yeah
Heavy killing management, puppy sign off
Pussy, you'll be swimming inna your trench with the sniper
Show the rifle inna the Benz name a driver
Shot a pussy inna him head, come a wise up
Shot inna the vehicle make him head click the wiper
Shove the gun inna your nose, sniff it like crack till it tire, it fire
Walk with me rifle and me bible
War champion and fe defend I'm a title
Go a lot killing every day, what a cycle!

Tint up, every window tint up
Big gun name, you have a big gun, yeah
Sick guns, anywhere that diss gone, yeah
Walk pan your lane, then the head a lift up, yeah
This house, then a that discuss, yeah
This bus, marrow that pick up, yeah
Chopper full that of the killer them of in front, yeah
Peel off, then go get the deep sub, yeah

Make the matic roar
If a pussy diss him aggo dead inna the road
A nuh colab when I put the lead inna your clothes
Top a the scope on a fucking high resort
Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm
The gun a sing sweet like Tyla, yeah
Big dawg like a Rottweiler
Open up a boy head, marrow like pilot
Brawling wolf dead, me say why not? Why not?
Automatic squeeze, knocking them, light up, light up
The rifle a sing like Tyla
Me rifle a sing like Tyla

Lift the big Glock dem
Mad head, lift the big Glock dem
Mad head, lift the big Glock dem
Mad head, lift the big Glock dem
Lift the big Glock dem