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Pop The Glock Lyrics

Uffie – Pop The Glock Lyrics

Mc Mic
People Call Me Uff
When I rock the party
You Bust a nut
Feadz is breakin' out the beat
Shit be hotter... Than Me
Me and He our crew's a militia
Better watch out my clan gets vicious
Bad ass bitch
I'm rated X
I'm gifted
Ain't gotta sell s**
Cross the beach onto the street
Gotta work hard
No room to cheat

Crunk and grind that's my bloodline
Feadz is mixin'
Uffie's shoutin'
Uffie's bangin'
Feadz is bangin'
Time to get low
Do the toostie roll
That's how we do
Do it hot
And if you understood would you...
Stop hatin
Playing Hard
I got a loaded body guard
Don't make him pull out the glock and pop
Uffie's gonna make the shit rock
Like dough
Dough I like
Boys call me when they feel freaky hot
I run the show
You go to slow
Pick up the pace with your cracked out face
Uffie's bangin'
Feadz is bangin'
Time to get low
Do the toostie roll
That's how we do
Do it hot
And if you understood would you...
Be my ryhme
If you can
Yeah you talk shit
Think I care
My style in this flow
Is confusing cuz you don't know

Pop the glock x7
The glock you pop
Sound like twister
Fast as hell
I rock this beat
You know damn well
Gonna make it to the top
Spit this shit til your drop
Down low is where you keep it
Boy, doesn't anyone know
Gonna to tear you down
Underneath you're just a clown
Time everyone see
What you really be

Play the game the game gets played
I got a man and he goes by feadz
Play the game the game gets played
I got a man and he goes by feadz

Uffie's bangin'
Feadz is bangin'
Time to get low
Do the tootsie roll
That's how we do
Do it hot
And if you understood would you...
Be my rhyme
If you can
Yeah you talk shit
Think I care
My style in this flow
Is confusing cuz you don't know

Pop the glock
The glock you pop
If you out of line
It's your bang pop
Pop the glock
The glock you pop
If you out of line
It's your bang pop
Pop the glock
The glock you pop
If you out of line
It's your bang pop

Uffie's bangin' x3
Feadz is bangin'
Uffie's bangin'
Feadz Is bangin'
Time to get low
Do the toostie roll
Uffie's bangin'
Feadz is banin'
Uffie's bangin'
Feadz is banin'
Me and he our crew's a militia
Better watch out my clan gets vicious
That's how we do
Do it hot
And if you understood would you...
Stop hatin
And playing hard
I got a loaded body guard
Don't make him pull out the glock and pop
Uffie's gonna make the shit rock
Like dough
Dough I like
Boys call me when they feel freaky hot
I run the show
You go to slow
Pick up the pace with your cracked out face

Pop the glock x7
The glock you pop

Pop the glock x7
The glock you pop

If you out of line
It's you I'll bang pop
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Songwriters: Anna Catherine Hartley, Fabien Pianta, Johann Mattar

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