Santa DILIVERS DIS BEAT

Santa got a glockcause i got my fucking glock,

 

Police pull up, I'm tryna stash the Glock

 

These niggas take me to the glock

 

champ with a pencil thats the glock

 

Glock 44 what I'm reppin

 

I keep my choppas on deck it probably split my fucking glock

 

Dare piss me off, come, shoot you with this 45 glock

 

You should, be you messin' with February/Glock/

 

too unorthodox for conformist flocks, 'cuz I hold the Glock,

 

amac talkin bout he gonna shoot me, hah with whos glock?

 

On top, a former cop was shot with a coke snorters glock

 

Calm the fuck down before i get the glock

 

Dare piss me off, come, shoot you with this 45 glock

 

a young teen near the fiends is strapped, a cocked Glock,

 

it's crazy how the beat drops, crazy beat from the heat glock

 

Lyrics that rhyme with "glock"

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

 

Ha-ha, laughing all the way to the top

 

Would they mind? Umm, well, of course not

 

So take the stage just show me what you got

 

Feeling lucky let me touch your spot

 

Uh, you gotta get in line, hop

 

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

 

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

 

She's a white vegetarian, I'll get this blonde cock

 

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no I'm not

 

Murdered every bod from my squad

 

Ey, butt rape on a female cop

 

Try and pull me over, I will not stop

 

Fuck you cop, you can nibble my cock

 

Fuck that job been around that block

 

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

 

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

 

She's a white vegetarian, I'll get this blonde cock

 

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no I'm not

 

Lets talk about the cars y'all got

 

Uhh! yeah smokin yeah I should stop

 

To y'all minds I'm like a UK clock

 

And I keep a fly girl like Jenny from the block

 

True, indeed, I don’t rep no block

 

Step out on the block all the bitches they still in shock

 

Believe me I'mma be your God

 

I'm Wale, the new nigga on the block

 

I spit it like a loaded nine, POP

 

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

 

I don't need your girl. Man I got a lot

 

Pork on the fork, White in the pot

 

By any means, if ya like it or not

 

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot

 

We charging you niggas up you like it or not

 

Let em play with her box, she give the greatest top

 

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop

 

Free throws of money, bet you can’t block

 

King of the club, I bet you can’t top

 

Or the fact when the money go up, it won’t stop

 

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

 

Couple of foreign cars that I ride, no top

 

Picture that and they ain't fire not a single shot

 

I get my cake; I love hip hop

 

I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk