Key Glock – Homicide Gvng Lyrics

Homicide Gvng Lyrics by Key Glock

[Intro]
(Yo, Mannie)
Ayy

[Chorus]
I’m a down South, diamond mouth Glock 9 toter (Glizock)
Homicide gang, my young nigga ‘nem the coldest
Yeah, homicide gang, yeah, my young niggas be smokin’ shit (Fah)
And they call me Glock, I keep that Glock, but you should know this shit (Yeah)

[Post-Chorus]
I’ll be right back, lil’ bitch, I got some dough to get
I hop up in my foreign, it don’t matter which one, they notice it
Got thirty in my clip even though I be on some solo shit (Yeah)
My auntie seen my Jesus piece and she said, “Goddamn, holy shit”

[Verse 1]
This shit hittin’ like Holyfield, I’m shootin’ shit, you know I will (Yeah)
Gang ‘nem tryna overkill, and the opps, they know we is (Yeah)
Bart chain cost a quarter mill’ plus a sixty, that’s for real (Yeah)
Bitch, I’m signed to the field, yeah, I still ain’t signed a deal
Percocets, no Benadryl, been gettin’ money and still is
Every time you see me, I got two cups, they like, “You still ill” (Yeah)
Every time you see me, I got it tucked, nigga, I still will
Pull this motherfucker out my Amiri jeans and pull the trigger (Bah)
Yeah, shoot a nigga like Mike (Yeah)
I jumped up off the porch before I jumped up on the mic’ (Yeah)
Yeah, this shit just too easy, I be rappin’ my real life (Yeah)
I’m ruthless just like Eazy, I ain’t goin’ without a fight, nigga (Ayy)

[Chorus]
I’m a down South, diamond mouth Glock 9 toter (Glizock)
Homicide gang, my young nigga ‘nem the coldest
Yeah, homicide gang, yeah, my young niggas be smokin’ shit (Shit)
And they call me Glock, I keep that Glock, but you should know this shit

[Verse 2]
Hold up, lil’ bitch, I got me some more dough to flip (Hold up)
Cash rules everything around me like I grow this shit (Yeah)
I just poured up a four of Tris and now I’m floatin’ and shit (Yeah)
Niggas act like bitches ’bout these bitches, but you know this shit (Yeah)
In the East Coast with my blicky, never leave without my stick (Bah)
Niggas rats, yeah, they be Mickey, me, myself, and I, the kid
When I shoot this chopper, they like “This nigga is accurate” (Bah)
When I shoot this chopper, they like “This nigga is talented” (Yeah)
Money talkin’ to my ex like, “I told you” (Yeah)
Yeah, my heart cold, but my wrist might be colder (Yeah)
I just got the drop, I told the opps I’m comin’ over (Skrrt, yeah)
I just got the drop, I told the opps I’m comin’ over (Yeah)

[Chorus]
I’m a down South, diamond mouth Glock 9 toter (Glizock)
Homicide gang, my young nigga ‘nem the coldest
Yeah, homicide gang, yeah, my young niggas be smokin’ shit (Yeah)
And they call me Glock, I keep that Glock, but you should know this shit
[Post-Chorus]
I’ll be right back, lil’ bitch, I got some dough to get (Hold up)
I hop up in my foreign, it don’t matter which one, they notice it
Got thirty in my clip even though I be on some solo shit (Yeah)
My auntie seen my Jesus piece and she said, “Goddamn, holy shit”

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah