[intro]

She say that she don't want Brayhate, she want Glocka now

Yeah, a bag for this fit, you ain't seen GlockaStyle

Yeah, presidential suite, I got Obama Style

Put some molly in my teeth, it don't hurt to smile

Yeah, I know your nigga died, I know you're hurting now

*Come fuck me Glocka*

[Chorus]

She say that she don't want Brayhate, she want Glocka now

Yeah, a bag for this fit, you ain't seen GlockaStyle

Yeah, presidential suite, I got Obama Style

Put some molly in my teeth, it don't hurt to smile

Yeah, I know your nigga died, I know you're hurting now

These niggas ain't racing, they just hurdles yeah

I just popped a bean so it don't hurt to smile

Yеah I pop out in the fit they call it GlockaStyle

[verse]

Aim at yo mans, it's so sad

I got thе shell catcher tryna catch a toe tag

Yeah we put him on the news because we did him so bad

Would it kill you just to smile, why you feeling so sad

[bridge]

*Evil Empire gangsters, they'll eat your lunch and wrinkle your school clothes*

[outro]

She say that she don't want Brayhate, she want Glocka now

Yeah, a bag for this fit, you ain't seen GlockaStyle

She wan pose for the picture, I told her to smile

Don't need a rollie on my wrist to know it's Glocka Time