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Glocks
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Glocks was released on April 3, 2020 by The Sauce Familia as a part of the album Lost in the Sauce
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Release DateApril 3, 2020
LabelThe Sauce Familia
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM59

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sauce Twinz
Sauce Twinz
Performer
Sauce Walka
Sauce Walka
Performer
Sancho Saucy
Sancho Saucy
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Albert Walker Mondane
Albert Walker Mondane
Composer

Lyrics

Glocks, Glocks (Glocks), Glocks (Glocks), Glocks (Glocks), Glocks (Glocks)
Glocks (Glocks), Glocks (Glocks), Glocks (Glocks), Glocks (Glocks)
Glock, Glock, Glock, Glock, super-super-sounding
Glock, Glock, Glock, Glock, super-super-sounding
Glock, Glock, Glock, Glock, super-super-sounding
Glock, Glock, Glock, Glock, Glocks
Glocks (Glocks), Glocks (Glocks), Glocks (Glocks), Glocks (Glocks)
Glocks (Glocks), Glocks (Glocks), Glocks (Glocks), Glocks (Glocks)
Everybody with me got Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks
Super sucka got Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks
Super-super-sucka Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks
Everybody with me got Glocks like
Every little kid supposed to get chickenpox
Even though I ain't seen that shit in a while
Just like chickenpox, **** get popped
40 on the hip, 30 on the hip
Nine on the hip, **** dip, dip, dip
Might catch a 50, Bobby or the Whitney
Every **** with me breathe smoke like a chimney
Every trippin' woman walk around with a semi
They just wanna run shit down like a Hemi
Sleepin' with your bitch without your Glock, you a silly
You must don't like your money, really, really
You must think them robbers ain't out here spinnin'
You must think **** won't come where you livin'
You must think the beef on pause when you chillin'
Boy, this ain't no 2K, when they shoot, they killin'
My Glock for protection, not the internet
Had my people hurtin', I ain't into that
I tat out my youngins, now they militant
My business stay bussin' they ain't celibate
No matter what city or a government
When we in the building, no don't cut us in
I gotta protect my brother man
Shoot the first P, had it go through the other man
Glocks (Glocks), Glocks (Glocks), Glocks (Glocks), Glocks (Glocks)
Glocks (Glocks), Glocks (Glocks), Glocks (Glocks), Glocks (Glocks)
Glock, Glock, Glock, Glock, super-super-sounding
Glock, Glock, Glock, Glock, super-super-sounding
Glock, Glock, Glock, Glock, super-super-sounding
Glock, Glock, Glock, Glock, Glocks
Glocks (Glocks), Glocks (Glocks), Glocks (Glocks), Glocks (Glocks)
Glocks (Glocks), Glocks (Glocks), Glocks (Glocks), Glocks (Glocks)
Everybody with me got Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks
Super sucka got Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks
Super-super-sucka Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks
I run with the glizzy
Ask about me, I'm well known in my city
From bussin' them choppas to pimpin' them boppas
I really done did it
I'm feelin' like Biggie
AK-47 with the banana
He talkin' retarded, I up with the .40
I just might get it all on camera
I smoke lil' butter like cancer
Then I wanna go lay up with a dancer
All these rap **** kids of mine
I should go buy them some Pampers
The bitch wanna give me some answers
Told the bitch I need my ransom
Then I get handsome and faster
I pissed in the last
It's such as the rabbit got so many carrots
I can fix you up a salad
I used to sleep on a pallet
Now I'm pullin' up in mansions
Bitch I'm with look like fancy
Bitch you with look like a tranny
Hit a **** with a cannon
Bet he still won't be standin'
Knocked up to another planet
Out the park like Sammy
Glocks (Glocks), Glocks (Glocks), Glocks (Glocks), Glocks (Glocks)
Glocks (Glocks), Glocks (Glocks), Glocks (Glocks), Glocks (Glocks)
Glock, Glock, Glock, Glock, super-super-sounding
Glock, Glock, Glock, Glock, super-super-sounding
Glock, Glock, Glock, Glock, super-super-sounding
Glock, Glock, Glock, Glock, Glocks
Glocks (Glocks), Glocks (Glocks), Glocks (Glocks), Glocks (Glocks)
Glocks (Glocks), Glocks (Glocks), Glocks (Glocks), Glocks (Glocks)
Everybody with me got Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks
Super sucka got Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks
Super-super-sucka Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks
Written by: Albert Walker Mondane, Christopher Haynes, Michael Henry
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