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Key Glock - Once Upon A Time Lyrics

Once Upon a Time Song Lyrics
Once Upon a Time by Key Glock [Intro]
Glock
Big Glock
Sosa 808 got this b**ch knockin’, nigga, ayy
Glizzock, the f**k?

[Chorus]
All these damn sticks make a motherf**ker back back (Get back)
All this damn money in my pockets make my pants sag (Money)
Flexin’ with these racks, your b**ch put me on her Snapchat (Snap)
I don’t want your ho, no, my nigga, you can have that (Uh)
Once upon a time, this lil’ nigga named Glock (Glock)
Got paid every day but he never punched a clock (No)
So he bust a couple plays, now he ran up his guap (Guap)
A couple niggas tried to play so they got they ass shot (Guess what?)

[Verse 1]
Carbon on me, yeah (One-five), choppers over here (Yeah)
Ice my neck and ear (Ice), yeah, my sh*t is clear (VS)
Flexin’ with no gym (Flexin’), I’m ballin’, broke the rim (Ball)
I can’t show no simp (No), never been a wimp
Big rings like a pimp (Pimp), all this money make me limp (Yeah)
I got all this drip, you niggas ain’t nothin’ but shrimp, yeah (Shrimp)
Pour it then I sip, now I’m higher than a blimp, yeah (Mud)
Roll another spliff, fire it up and take a hit, yeah (Hah)
Bust down my Rollie and I went and bought somethin’ fast
And I keep my rocket on me, yeah, you know that I’ma blast
Now I don’t mean to brag but I got a big bag (I do)
If a nigga make me mad, get to clappin’ like congrats

[Chorus]
All these damn sticks make a motherf**ker back back (Get back)
All this damn money in my pockets make my pants sag (Money)
Flexin’ with these racks, your b**ch put me on her Snapchat (Snap)
I don’t want your ho, no, my nigga, you can have that (Uh)
Once upon a time, this lil’ nigga named Glock (Glock)
Got paid every day but he never punched a clock (No)
So he bust a couple plays, now he ran up his guap (Guap)
A couple niggas tried to play so they got they ass shot (Guess what?)

[Verse 2]
Young niggas on go, got ’em goin’ loco (Crazy, brazy)
In my Benz with your ho, and we chillin’ smokin’ dope (Your lady)
Then she say your boy is dope, had to give that b**ch a dose (Smash)
Knock her down like dominos, hit her and tell her, “Vamanos,” ho
Let’s go, b**ch gotta roll (Gone)
Sticks at my shows, Gucci kicks, what are those?
Foreign sh*t on my toes, designered down to the floor
Hundreds got my pockets swole, forty on me, yeah you know (Glock)

[Chorus]
All these damn sticks make a motherf**ker back back (Get back)
All this damn money in my pockets make my pants sag (Money)
Flexin’ with these racks, your b**ch put me on her Snapchat (Snap)
I don’t want your ho, no, my nigga, you can have that (Uh)
Once upon a time, this lil’ nigga named Glock (Glock)
Got paid every day but he never punched a clock (No)
So he bust a couple plays, now he ran up his guap (Guap)
A couple niggas tried to play so they got they ass shot (Guess what?)