Verbal Glock

Yeah

WB and Q-Ball

The foundator

The rhyme dweller, underground like the cellar

Uno mission wanderer, state of mind like a murderer

I pop crews with my verbal Glock for a livin'

I step with my sign, buckshots is what I'm givin'

I'm driven to my AK-style state of mind

Giving off piercing sights, bright lights to leave you blind

To the yes y'all, Quran, WB in your area

Here to crush emcees and cause hysteria

I'll bury ya, with the verbal TEC lettin' loose

I'll make you stiffer than mousse, I'm rugged like Timb boots

Bring your troops, I get rugged over loops

Ship you out like recruits then proceed like The Roots

I wanna lamp in a Ac' with a MAC pulling hoes

With stacks of doughs, forget pintos

Yo, my mind will always invent dope rhymes nonstop

So you better drop when I come with my verbal Glock

Listen up to the rhymes I drop as I kick mad flavor from my verbal Glock

You can't step to this, B, I got the Glock cocked

As I kick mad flavor from my verbal Glock

Listen up to the rhymes I drop as I kick mad flavor from my verbal Glock

You can't step to this, B, I got the Glock cocked

As I kick mad flavor from my verbal Glock

Ease up, ****, 'cause if you don't, I'm gonna squeeze up

Girls kiss keys, flippin' ki's, I'm stackin' G's up

It's that **** TM, I'm driving Lexus and BMs

And hoes be sayin', "I'm tryna see him"

Rugged and raw, great like Tony the Tiger

Universal like a piper, sharp like a sniper

Shake the ground beneath you

****, grim reaper will you keep you under

Stay under plus I'm loud like thunder, boom

I shake the earth as it quakes, never hang with snakes and fakes

It's all about getting weight

I got the Soul Glo, the red hair

Infrared stare prepared

Taj Mahal is the man of the year

Champion, epitome number one

The godfather's son, so what's up, dunn?

Run and tell everybody that I'm comin'

Two guns, hunted, plus I'm wanted, and I'm blunted, and I'm out

Listen up to the rhymes I drop as I kick mad flavor from my verbal Glock

You can't step to this, B, I got the Glock cocked

As I kick mad flavor from my verbal Glock

Listen up to the rhymes I drop as I kick mad flavor from my verbal Glock

You can't step to this, B, I got the Glock cocked

As I kick mad flavor from my verbal Glock

Ayo, who could it be? It's Reek Geez

Finger's on the trigger and I just might squeeze

And start bustin' off shots with my verbal Glock

Each style is like an infrared, words hollow points of lead

Armed and dangerous with heavy ammunition

Sniping competition, leaving suckers missin', listen

You get wounded by the thoughts in my mind

Ripping through your teflon with rhymes I design

Champion with my lyrical gun, uh

They know they get done, they still on the run

Yo must I spark this whole rap market

Brothers be like "oh shh" when I hit the target

Wanted by the law for keepin' it raw

I murdered this track, peace y'all, I'm out the door

But before I go, just to let you know

Youngsta's represent with that '95 flow

Listen up to the rhymes I drop as I kick mad flavor from my verbal Glock

You can't step to this, B, I got the Glock cocked

As I kick mad flavor from my verbal Glock

Listen up to the rhymes I drop as I kick mad flavor from my verbal Glock

You can't step to this, B, I got the Glock cocked

As I kick mad flavor from my verbal Glock

Listen up to the rhymes I drop as I kick mad flavor from my verbal Glock

You can't step to this, B, I got the Glock cocked

As I kick mad flavor from my verbal Glock

Listen up to the rhymes I drop as I kick mad flavor from my verbal Glock

You can't step to this, B, I got the Glock cocked

As I kick mad flavor from my verbal Glock