Gloccy (feat. 17th) Video (MV)

I really got to get it out
F*ck it, tell you how I feel
I'm down to blow
I'mma let you know
You a pussy
Tell you what it is
Smoking on that loud pack
Fresh with that loud pack
Bitch, you hit my phone
I'mma have to call you right back
Called up lil boog
Told him we got another hit
I wasn't talking music
I was speaking on that freak bitch
17th a big crip
Don't let a nigga tell you different
He said something
I put his ass all in detention
Hit him on the floor
Hit him let's go
Bitch, you know we down to ride
Bitch, it's big double 00
And you know how I'm really feeling
I don't give a f*ck, bro
Bitch, you know I'm really crazy
Really Cs in this ho
Really Cs in this ho
I'm overseas on a boat
Bitch, you know we smoking trees
We smoking leaf on the boat
Bitch, you know I'm really crazy
Throwing Cs in that ho
Bitch, I'm 17 P-Town
Bitch, you know I'm ready to blow
Bitch, you know I'm ready to blow
For a homicide
I'm ready to ride
Come through your block at night
Don't really come outside
If a nigga play
I'mma come bring out the K
Shoutout to my nigga Dez
You know he crip all-day
Shoutout to the niggas that be on the f*cking block
Selling rocks
Hip-hop
Bitch, you know my watch tick-tock
I don't give a f*ck about the cops
I'm on the f*cking block
Bitch, you play with me
Bitch, you gonna hear them f*cking shots
Rock, rock, rock your body
Tick-tock
Watch that glock
Move your f*cking body
Now rock, rock, rock, rock your body
Tick-tock
Watch that glock
Move your f*cking body
Rock, rock, rock your body
Tick-tock
Watch that glock
Move your f*cking body
Now rock, rock, rock, rock your body
Tick-tock
Watch that glock
Move your f*cking body
This a 45, shit will tear your f*cking face off
Watch your f*cking back, don't you know you're being gang stalked
Black robes following you back to your crib
Peering in your windows plotting how to kill your kids
Hang you on your front porch
Use your corpse for target practice
Neighbors looking frightened
But they should cause the cult is active
Public outburst bust a window with a bitches head
Locking f*ck boys in the room underneath my bed
I need sacrifices
Anger and violence my chosen vices
Every labyrinth has its end
I fear this world's is coming
Crush the hydras skull
Birthing two more means of suffering
Crawl right out a cunt of dirt
Reborn as malnourished serf
Prophecied the holy wretch
Undead till my f*cking death
Heart in hand I call him forth
Take this bloody lump of scars
Spoke with three who'd headed north
Foretold coming holy wars
I've been digging trenches
I'm preparing for the rift that's going to end us
I've been making footstools out of wenches
Slaughter all the hogs and those indentured
Agoraphobic apostles ain't worth the mending
So much hate in my heart, beat you till you brain dead
Teach you morons the meaning of erasure
Mamacita I'll work wonders with a razor
Rock, rock, rock your body
Tick-tock
Watch that glock
Move your f*cking body
Now rock, rock, rock, rock your body
Tick-tock
Watch that glock
Move your f*cking body
Rock, rock, rock your body
Tick-tock
Watch that glock
Move your f*cking body
Now rock, rock, rock, rock your body
Tick-tock
Watch that glock
Move your f*cking body
Now rock