Letra de Glock Handler

She ask why I'm dancin’, ask why I'm dancin’ She ask why I'm dancin’ Chef Jay This club be dancin’ Shit I be dippin’ n dabbin’ Then I be drippin' the, ayy Ha, let’s go She ask if I be dancin', shit I be dippin’ n dabbin’, huh Shit I be switchin' the swaggers, huh Kel-Tec, let it rattle I know you think that yo' bitch bad My bitch badder than badder (uh) And her pockets fatter (yeah) and she a Glock handler Okay, talkin' my shit, I guess I did it again, I did it again I'm finna shit, on every nigga and bitch that I said wouldn't win Hop on this block, bend, I bought two Glocks, twins Them guns is best friends and they’ll slam you like wrestlin' (okay) Enough about my guns, I got a lot, I mean some, I mean none I play dumb, only if twelvе listenin’ If he run, up on him, I'm finna nail this bitch My girl, say she want somе, I'm finna nail this bitch (let's go) Up, up and away, dick in the glizop, fuck what you say You sweet as a faggot, soft as a cake Got a oven on me if you tryna get baked This beat remindin' me of some old Lil Wayne Feel like Wayne, to the money I skate When it come to fashion I'm always early But I still show up fashionably late (bitch) Haha, aye She ask if I be dancin', shit I be dippin’ n dabbin’, huh Shit I be switchin' the swaggers, huh Kel-Tec, let it rattle I know you think that yo' bitch bad My bitch badder than badder And her pockets fatter (yeah) and she a Glock handler She ask if I be dancin', shit I be dippin’ n dabbin’, huh Shit I be switchin' the swaggers, huh Kel-Tec, let it rattle I know you think that yo' bitch bad My bitch badder than badder (Uh) And her pockets fatter (yeah) and she a Glock handler