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Don Toliver - GLOCK [Official Audio]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Don Toliver
Don Toliver
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Thomas Lumpkins
Thomas Lumpkins
Songwriter
Travis Flores
Travis Flores
Songwriter
Caleb Toliver
Caleb Toliver
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Derek “206derek” Anderson
Mixing Engineer
PoWR Trav
PoWR Trav
Producer
Tommy Parker
Tommy Parker
Producer
Edgard Herrera
Edgard Herrera
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Everyone falls
You know sometime
Sometimes, it's wrong
And sometimes, it's right
For every win
Someone must fail
There comes a point when
When we exhale
Say shoop, shoop, shoop
[Chorus]
Hold my Glock when I'm in the club
There's some **** in the back and they wanna come show me love
Took my dogs to the strip and I spent a dirty dub
Hold my Glock when I'm in the club
There's some **** in the back and they wanna come show me love
Took my dogs to the strip and I spent a dirty dub
Oh, oh
Hold my Glock when I'm in the club
There's some **** in the back and they wanna come show me love
Took my dogs to the strip and I spent a dirty dub
Oh, oh
Hold my Glock when I'm in the club
There's some **** in the back and they wanna come show me love
Took my dogs to the strip and I spent a dirty dub
Oh, oh
Hold my Glock when I— (Yeah)
[Verse 1]
Geeked up (Uh-huh)
I can't take a shower without no reefer (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Baby gon' bust it open, you know I need ya
It's time to pop my meds, I need a re-up (Yeah, yeah)
Huh, red two-seater (Skrrt)
Marley got that tune, he got that heater (Come on)
Braids to the back like Queen Latifah
I can't feel my face, I'm in here so gone
[Chorus]
Hold my Glock when I'm in the club
There's some **** in the back and they wanna come show me love
Took my dogs to the strip and I spent a dirty dub
Oh, oh
Hold my Glock when I'm in the club
There's some **** in the back and they wanna come show me love
Took my dogs to the strip and I spent a dirty dub
Oh, oh
[Verse 2]
Wanna come **** you out the sheet, uh (Out the sheet)
Pull up, baby right to sleep, yeah (Right to sleep)
I'm sippin' this drank, this Jubilee, yeah (Jubilee)
Stayin' high, stayin' low-key, yeah (Woah)
You don't need to be doin', if it ain't me, yeah
I felt the love, I wonder what she felt (I felt the love)
I hide the Glock right by my seatbelt (Right by my seatbelt)
[Bridge]
Hey, bae
I want that new Chanelly purse I bought you
I need you to hold my Glock for me
I need you to hold my Glock
[Chorus]
Hold my Glock when we in the club
There's some **** in the back and they wanna come show me love
Took my dogs to the strip and I spent a dirty dub
Oh, oh
Hold my Glock when I'm in the club
There's some **** in the back and they wanna come show me love
[Outro]
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
When I pull up on the block and I
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
I'ma slide on my bike and I'ma
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
I'ma pull up on that Harley, I'ma
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
I just got it, two wheels, not a coupe
Coupe, coupe, coupe, coupe, coupe
Pull the block, the banger hot and I'ma
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
Got a Harley and I pull up in a hoop, hoop, hoop
Thinkin' it's you and not the—
Written by: Don Toliver, Kenneth Edmonds, Thomas Lumpkins, Travis Flores
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