Guess What?

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Band Yo, Manny Let the band play Yeah, guess what I did today? What? I called up my jeweler and ordered a chain, yeah Bling I'm dripping, leaving stains Drip Designered down with some Michael J's, yeah Baguettes on me, man Yeah This shit drip like a bucket of rain, uh Yeah, yeah Yeah, I got aim I got How the fuck you think I got my name? Glock I rap and my chopper sing I bust rhymes and I bust brains You're not my kind, we not the same Niggas lame, that's on gang Too much water, boy, I can't be drained Yeah, I be going ape, no, I can't be tamed Yeah, hop up in a big body, take both lanes Big body My nickname key 'cause I'm pure as cocaine I'm pure Yeah, dope, dope Yeah Bitch, they treat me like the Pope, uh Yeah Bitch, I do what I'm supposed, uh Bitch And I'm supposed to get more, yeah Some more I'm just supposed to got more I'm supposed to I'm just supposed to got more I'm supposed to I'm just supposed to got more I'm supposed to And more More, and more Yeah, dope Dope Yeah, yeah, bitch, I don't play fair Play with me, I dare, yeah You're better off gettin' the chair, uh They like, "Glock, you somethin' else," nah Glizzock Nah, bitch, I'm the best, yeah Best I keep my opps upset, yeah Bet I'm a walking threat, uh Yeah With a check, yeah They like, "What's next?" Bitch, this not your average necklace Baguettes on my chest, this shit cost about ten Lexus Nigga, no cap, you can probably ask Alexa Yeah, lil' nigga with them big figures, he so extra Uh, Cartier frames on my face just like Dexter Catch me in the lab every day, get my craft up I remember them days makin' plays off my Samsung Remember that? Now I'm making plays, making plays in a mansion Woo Yeah, money talk, nigga, I didn't bite my damn tongue Nah Smoking on the best, yes, lil' nigga with vet lungs I got them racks and some, ballin' hard, and one Killin' shit, red rum, yeah, yea Yeah, guess what I did today? What? I called up my jeweler and ordered a chain, yeah Bling I'm dripping, leaving stains Drip Designered down with some Michael J's, yeah Baguettes on me, man Yeah This shit drip like a bucket of rain, uh Yeah, yeah Yeah, I got aim I got How the fuck you think I got my name? Glock