"Tony Glock" lyrics

Fuelz got that heat

Diamond out the dirt
I got my chain going ice fishing
Beams on the block
You come through like the red light district
Swing the fuck up out my rod like I'm fly fishing
Lighthouse point me to the Cheese, that's a light mission
Goth hoe's tryna taste blood that's my ex teething
Two fifty's if you bite the bullet then you breast feeding
They tried to dim my dawg light, I'll be the next beacon
Stepping in my air forces till them checks creasing
Swing the stick like it's happy Gilmore
They hating on me while I'm packing shows so Imma fill more
And now they got me at the Fillmore
I'm booted up I'm out my mind, I can't even feel more
Now I'm smoking dead opps, this ain't angel dust
Made it out the field, I went from grip thumb to paper cuts (Ayy)
And if I hit the gas, there ain't no saving us
Put a bad bitch on maternity and leave how she rake it up
They know I'm heaven made but I'm raising hell
Now I'm getting Cheese, them boys waxing like it's babybel
And I don't know nothing about the ADL
But all I know is this world would be fucked without the Jews (It'd be fucked, cracka)
And I don't like your character
I ain't coming in without my bih 380 derringer
Cause I'm a rod swinger, not no amateur
Hoe's tryna fuck me, I just send them to my manager
I'll go finger fuck the Glock and then get a manicure
Banana clip, I call the shots, no banana phone
Now I'm shitting on these crackas, I know Amber heard me
Hunnid rounds in my chop, leave that boy alone