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Glizock. Glock Schwarzenegger, I'll terminate you. Arts and crafts, nigga, I'm playing with the paper. Sipping syrup maple, dripping in Bottega. I just pulled up with my chopper like the Undertaker. I'm a money maker, I get it on the wake up. I'm a rich nigga, but I still might pull A caper. Never been a hater, I stay in My lane. Heater on my waist, it's a cold Game. Ain't got no shame, I'm tryna wax something. Round of applause, I'm tryna clap something. Yeah, these niggas bitches, they need tampons. I got ten foreigns, told Glizock pick one. Too many whips, I can't decide. Too many bitches on my dick and three many Niggas hit my grind. Ten toes down, I need all of mine. Yeah, I be getting money like all the time. I might drop a bag, don't drop no dimes. I've been running this shit up for a while. Yeah, yeah, please pass me my cup, tryna get High, Elton John. Bullets make you duck, duck, goose, you better run. Bullets make you duck, duck, goose, you better run. And ain't shit changed, bitch, I'm still going dumb, Dumb, dumb. I make this shit look Yeezy, niggas masked up Like dun-dun. Yellow diamonds on me, this shit hitting hard like Thunder. I'm all about my bread, Every motherfucking crumb. Thirty rounds in my G-Lock, hit you with a Come-up. Yeah, I used to be up on the Block just like Mutombo. If it's about money, then I'm all ears, Jumbo. I wake up every morning, Grab my heat like Alonzo, bitch. Too many whips, I can't decide. Too many bitches on my dick and three many Niggas hit my grind. Ten toes down, I need all of mine. Yeah, I be getting money like all the time. I might drop a bag, don't drop no dimes. I've been running this shit up for a while. Money coming in, I stack it in piles. Brand new whip came with no miles. Like P-O-P, just hold it down. It's paper over pussy, I'm not no clown. If I hold my wrist up, we just might Drown. My T-Rex pick up a hundred thousand. Glizock, I'm a dog, but I do not growl. But my diamonds bite. I get higher than a Satellite. These niggas ain't nothing but snakes and Mice. Gambling with life for the paradise. This shit ain't sweet, ain't paradise. Run the money up, I ain't scared of heights. But if I go broke, I might pull a Heist. Run the money up, I scared of heights. But if I go broke, I might pull a Kiko. Go, go, go, go. Yeah, I'm all about that dough. Green light, it's a go. Glizock, that's my bro. And it's bros over hoes. Yeah, these niggas hoes. Glizock. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.