Glokk20 - 1s & 2s Lyrics

Glokk, answer the f*cking phone
Yeah
Glokk, what the f*ck, answer your damn phone
G-lokk, 20
Glokk What the f*ck, answer the damn phone
Bitch
Aye
Look, one shot out this F&N two niggas hit the pavement, uh
Three hoes hit my phone, I take 4 bitches on vacation, uh
Designer shoe no Asics, all exotic, you smoke basic, uh
Toe tag on your mans while I stack money in my chamber, uh
If ya folks run down, I bang him, uh
Bend your block, Kurt Angle, I make a opp hot, get shot, don't get me pissed off
I'm really armed and dangerous, uh
Different color fits it match my whip just like a ranger, uh
Foreign jeans on me, I got these diors from Jamaica, uh
She a ho no I can't change her, uh
Beat her back with anger, uh
Got like six more ways that I can keep on running to this paper, uh
Seven hoes on me like Flava, uh
Eight grams in my paper, uh
Nine guns in my trunk, with ten headshots, turn you to vapor, uh
Bet that I won't date her, I can't save her, I'm not Cupid, uh
Spend some racks on groupies, I roll Zaza in my loose leaf
Rubber bands on me like Luffy, white and black hoes like I'm Snoopy, uh
Model ho with pretty toes, she thick like Renni Rucci
Put my finger in her coochie, LV coat, my shoes is Gucci
Pull it out and f*ck on Cam, no only fans, we making movies
Gosha frame, Chanel, and Pucci, choppa sing a song like Toosie
Get the drop & spin your block, we turn these niggas into smoothies, uh
Make a opp lay back, up da Glock spray that, make a f*ck nigga sick, we don't do face masks
Get the guap, say that, spend the shit, play cash, 220 car dash
I gotta race that, f*ck off a bitch wig, where's her lace at?
Bad bitch ass fat, where's her waist at ?
Damn, look
One shot out this F&N two niggas hit the pavement, uh
Three hoes hit my phone and five bad bitches eat my babies, uh
We connect like cable, keep a sword on me like Fable, uh
Make her sing like Abel, all headshots leave you disabled, uh
My drip wet on Navel, Travis Scott shoes, they look maple, uh
Hollow tips will rape you, they come through and leave you mangled, uh
Diamond click and dangle, reach for me, must want a halo, uh
Toast em up, no bagels, sticks on me, they from Barbados, uh
One shot out this F&N two niggas hit the pavement, uh
Three hoes hit my phone, I take four bitches on vacation, uh
Designed up my Asics, all exotic, smoke no basic
Tag toe Yo mans, I'm stacking all this money at my chamber, uh
If you're folk run down, I bang em, uh
Bend yo block, Kurt Angle, uh
Make a opp hot, get shot, don't get me pissed off
I'm really armed and dangerous, uh
Different color fits that match my whip just like a ranger, uh
Foreign jeans on me, I got these Dior from Jamaica, uh
I'm a bitch, yeah, ayy
G-Lokk, 20, nigga
Pastor shit