Steve Glock by Mastah chef Lyrics
[Verse1:Mastah Chef]
Recognize that fucking boy
When i pull up in yo city.(bow)
I hate the fact yall niggas talk (uh-uh)
But what u really saying was shitty (ya)
I ain't really gone fuck witchu
Cuz im that money being over friendly
Cuz all yall talk about sweet dreams
But no one really believe you!
[hook: Mastah Chef]
Cuz my grandpa and mamma shot Glocks
I sold them guns to the cops
My homie now dead got shot
Got a brand new holster for my Glock
I said Glocks on Glocks on Glocks
I said Glocks on Glocks on Glocks
Apples on deck
Yeah apples on Glocks
Apples on deck yeah niggas call me steve Glock
[verse2: Mastah Chef]
Bet you know what time it is
When i reach for and cock it
You wanna talk? ok
Lets go and talk i let that Glock first be singing
Everytime when im at the block
You can see the way im skrtn
You gone see this fucking BOW
Like asian niggas greet fathers
If you wanna go and talk
The busisness bet a hunnid though
Ill bring it
I was thinking so complex but this rap
Shit is so simple
Why you listen to that trap shit?
When that donald trump be winnin
Three hunnind fifty seven ways
Simmer sautteed
Yeah im cooking
[bridge: Mastah Chef]
I tell you all the time man i hate
You fucking niggas
Kill em all slow man you lyin ass niggas
I hate you fucking niggas
You faking ass niggas
Kill em all slow man you lying ass niggas
[hook: Mastah chef]
Cuz my grandpa and mamma shot Glocks
I sold them guns to the cops
My homie now dead got shot
Got a brand new holster for my Glock
I said Glocks on Glocks on Glocks x2
Apples on deck
Yeah apples on Glocks
Apples on deck yeah niggas call me steve Glock
[Verse3: Mastah chef]
Why the hell this muslimeen
Nigga taking all yall to church
All these bitches want child support
But they ain't wanna give birth
Im wokring with the sauce boy
I need the rent money by the first
Cuz cash rules everything around me
Man everybody is concerned
I know yall feelings must be hurt
You crying and all up in that dirt
Im the one you fucking doubted nigga
The audacity the nerve
Im loaded lux with that work
Im skinnin niggas for that fur
Like omarion with the dance boy i said all yall got served
[Bridge: Mastah Chef]
I be in the kitchen got my wrist up in a motion
You dont wanna see that nina rosa fully loaded
I am not a fan I put the metal up on ya
This is how it is when you tryna get the come up
[hook: Mastah Chef]
Cuz my grandpa and mamma shot Glocks
I sold them guns to the cops
My homie now dead got shot
Got a brand new holster for my Glock
I said Glocks on Glocks on Glocks x2
Apples on deck
Yeah apples on Glocks
Apples on deck yeah niggas call me steve Glock
Recognize that fucking boy
When i pull up in yo city.(bow)
I hate the fact yall niggas talk (uh-uh)
But what u really saying was shitty (ya)
I ain't really gone fuck witchu
Cuz im that money being over friendly
Cuz all yall talk about sweet dreams
But no one really believe you!
[hook: Mastah Chef]
Cuz my grandpa and mamma shot Glocks
I sold them guns to the cops
My homie now dead got shot
Got a brand new holster for my Glock
I said Glocks on Glocks on Glocks
I said Glocks on Glocks on Glocks
Apples on deck
Yeah apples on Glocks
Apples on deck yeah niggas call me steve Glock
[verse2: Mastah Chef]
Bet you know what time it is
When i reach for and cock it
You wanna talk? ok
Lets go and talk i let that Glock first be singing
Everytime when im at the block
You can see the way im skrtn
You gone see this fucking BOW
Like asian niggas greet fathers
If you wanna go and talk
The busisness bet a hunnid though
Ill bring it
I was thinking so complex but this rap
Shit is so simple
Why you listen to that trap shit?
When that donald trump be winnin
Three hunnind fifty seven ways
Simmer sautteed
Yeah im cooking
[bridge: Mastah Chef]
I tell you all the time man i hate
You fucking niggas
Kill em all slow man you lyin ass niggas
I hate you fucking niggas
You faking ass niggas
Kill em all slow man you lying ass niggas
[hook: Mastah chef]
Cuz my grandpa and mamma shot Glocks
I sold them guns to the cops
My homie now dead got shot
Got a brand new holster for my Glock
I said Glocks on Glocks on Glocks x2
Apples on deck
Yeah apples on Glocks
Apples on deck yeah niggas call me steve Glock
[Verse3: Mastah chef]
Why the hell this muslimeen
Nigga taking all yall to church
All these bitches want child support
But they ain't wanna give birth
Im wokring with the sauce boy
I need the rent money by the first
Cuz cash rules everything around me
Man everybody is concerned
I know yall feelings must be hurt
You crying and all up in that dirt
Im the one you fucking doubted nigga
The audacity the nerve
Im loaded lux with that work
Im skinnin niggas for that fur
Like omarion with the dance boy i said all yall got served
[Bridge: Mastah Chef]
I be in the kitchen got my wrist up in a motion
You dont wanna see that nina rosa fully loaded
I am not a fan I put the metal up on ya
This is how it is when you tryna get the come up
[hook: Mastah Chef]
Cuz my grandpa and mamma shot Glocks
I sold them guns to the cops
My homie now dead got shot
Got a brand new holster for my Glock
I said Glocks on Glocks on Glocks x2
Apples on deck
Yeah apples on Glocks
Apples on deck yeah niggas call me steve Glock