Paper Route Empire - Mister Glock 2 lyrics

[Intro] (Yo, Mannie) (Let the BandPlay) Glizock Yeah Yeah [Chorus] Wockhardt all in my kidneys (Wock', Wock') I'm one hustling-ass young ni**a, I got racks stuffed all in my denim (Yup, yup) I'm one money-getting-ass lil' ni**a, you know that I keep me a pistol (Baow) Yeah, I stayed down and my money got bigger, now they calling my Mister (Who?) Glock Yeah, yeah, Mister sh*t On All His Opps Yeah, b*tch, I'm Mister Flex a Lot Yeah, Mister Stack It 'Til It Rot Yeah, Mister Don't Care What It Cost Yeah, Mister Let that Chopper Talk Yeah, Mister Spend That sh*t and Get That sh*t Right Back ‘Cause It Ain't Nothin' (Yeah) [Verse] Play with Glizock, then you're done Where I'm from, we shoot sh*t for fun Fourteen, smoking dope, shooting guns Yeah, fifteen, flipping Os or onions Sixteen, taking ni**as' money Seventeen, had juggers jumping Eighteen, got locked up for hustling Nineteen, made a milli', motherfu*ker Paper Route business, motherfu*ker I handle my business, motherfu*ker Yeah, I get busy, motherfu*ker Just mind your business, motherfu*ker Run me my digits, motherfu*ker Can't sign no dealy, motherfu*ker Nah, I can't sign sh*t unless it's eight figures, motherfu*ker (The fu*k?) Yeah, fu*k all that, I ain't selling my soul I'll just go back to selling them 'bows I'm sticking to the code I'll never put a b*tch before my dough, no This on my soul Everybody know that I keep this sh*t on and I keep one on me (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Everybody know Glock don't give a fu*k about a ni**a or his homie Self-made ni**a, yeah, I'm a loner Who want smoke? Yeah, b*tch, I'm a stoner Ayy, come get your b*tch, man, you must don't want her Yeah, I beat that thing up and you know I boned her Hit it out the park, yeah, I'm talking 'bout a home run Now I got this b*tch here gone-gone She said that she love me long-long Time is money, b*tch I am addicted to hustling, b*tch Remember them days I was struggling, b*tch Fast-forward that, now I'm having it, b*tch Yeah, winning, having this sh*t Money, choppers and choppers and sh*t I keep me a bad-ass addicted lil' b*tch Keep somethin' on my hip and somethin' to sip, ni**a, I got [Chorus] Wockhardt all in my kidneys (Wock', Wock') I'm one hustling-ass young ni**a, I got racks stuffed all in my denim (Yup, yup) I'm one money-getting-ass lil' ni**a, you know that I keep me a pistol (Baow) Yeah, I stayed down and my money got bigger, now they calling my Mister (Who?) Glock Yeah, yeah, Mister sh*t On All His Opps Yeah, b*tch, I'm Mister Flex a Lot Yeah, Mister Stack It 'Til It Rot Yeah, Mister Don't Care What It Cost Yeah, Mister Let that Chopper Talk Yeah, Mister Spend That sh*t and Get That sh*t Right Back ‘Cause It Ain't Nothin' (The fu*k?) [Outro] Wockhardt all in my kidneys (Wock', Wock') I'm one hustling-ass young ni**a, I got racks stuffed all in my denim (Yup, yup) sh*t, for real, though Yup, yup Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah