[Lyric] Glocc Up My Ass (Testicle Mafia)

[Intro: Yung Sander]
Trap-A-Holics Mixtapes
Yo, this a funny ass beat
This the type of shit that makes you wanna do that tango or some shit like that
But it's alright, we still going

[Chorus]
Running from the cops, Glock up my ass (Up my ass)
I'm sellin' cookies, bitch, and I'm makin' all this cash (All this cash)
I had to make a sequel 'cause the first beat was trash (It was trash)
Didn't wanna have sex 'cause the bitch had crabs (What the fuck?)
Inside her butt, had the balls, too (Yeah)
Move along, ho, I don't wanna fuck you (Hell nah)
Enormous FN, and the .22 (Bitch)
I don't want your bitch, boy, she smell like poop (What the fuck?)
Running from the cops, Glock up my ass (Up my ass)
I'm sellin' cookies, bitch, and I'm makin' all this cash (All this cash)
I had to make a sequel 'cause the first beat was trash (It was trash)
Didn't wanna havе sex 'cause the bitch had crabs (What thе fuck?)
Inside her butt, had the balls, too (Yeah)
Move along, ho, I don't wanna fuck you (Hell nah)
Enormous FN, and the .22 (Bitch)
I don't want your bitch, boy, she smell like poop (What the fuck?)
[Verse 1: Yung Sander]
Guitar be strumming but my money keep coming
These rappers out here shittin', my bars be cunnin' (Intelligent)
Nikes on my feet, ho, they cost 6 bucks (What?)
But it don’t fuckin' matter, your bitch still tryna fuck (Yeah)
Bitch, Knuck If You Buck, your bitch is a pro when she suck
And you tryna watch, motherfucker, you a cuck
Chains on my neck, them bitches gold as hell (Yeah)
I just scammed my own grandma off Zelle (What the fuck?)
Jaxon, stop snitching, I know your ass will tell
You an accomplice, me and you robbed that Taco Bell

[Interlude: Yung Sander]
Just to be clear, me and Jaxon did not actually rob a Taco Bell (Mhm, not at all)
We actually don't like Taco Bell, it gives me the shits (Fart)
I don't know, probably not, he's a weirdo
I'm out this bitch

[Chorus]
Running from the cops, Glock up my ass (Up my ass)
I'm sellin' cookies, bitch, and I'm makin' all this cash (All this cash)
I had to make a sequel 'cause the first beat was trash (It was trash)
Didn't wanna have sex 'cause the bitch had crabs (What the fuck?)
Inside her butt, had the balls, too (Yeah)
Move along, ho, I don't wanna fuck you (Hell nah)
Enormous FN, and the .22 (Bitch)
I don't want your bitch, boy, she smell like poop (What the fuck?)
Running from the cops, Glock up my ass (Up my ass)
I'm sellin' cookies, bitch, and I'm makin' all this cash (All this cash)
I had to make a sequel 'cause the first beat was trash (It was trash)
Didn't wanna have sex 'cause the bitch had crabs (What the fuck?)
Inside her butt, had the balls, too (Yeah)
Move along, ho, I don't wanna fuck you (Hell nah)
Enormous FN, and the .22 (Bitch)
I don't want your bitch, boy, she smell like poop (What the fuck?)
[Verse 2: Jaebaby]
Ayy
I don't even got to think 'bout this rap
UNC over Kansas, you know they don't lack, ayy (Hopefully)
Victor ain't even know what this 'bout
D's get degrees but he still failing out (College math)
Late night fishing on the lake, catching trout
Yeah, the water's looking low, but my money not in drought
And I'm pulling up from Glendale, yeah, they know what I'm about
Beating Haile at the line, never in doubt (Waaaaaaa)

[Chorus]
Running from the cops, Glock up my ass (Up my ass)
I'm sellin' cookies, bitch, and I'm makin' all this cash (All this cash)
I had to make a sequel 'cause the first beat was trash (It was trash)
Didn't wanna have sex 'cause the bitch had crabs (What the fuck?)
Inside her butt, had the balls, too (Yeah)
Move along, ho, I don't wanna fuck you (Hell nah)
Enormous FN, and the .22 (Bitch)
I don't want your bitch, boy, she smell like poop (What the fuck?)
Running from the cops, Glock up my ass (Up my ass)
I'm sellin' cookies, bitch, and I'm makin' all this cash (All this cash)
I had to make a sequel 'cause the first beat was trash (It was trash)
Didn't wanna have sex 'cause the bitch had crabs (What the fuck?)
Inside her butt, had the balls, too (Yeah)
Move along, ho, I don't wanna fuck you (Hell nah)
Enormous FN, and the .22 (Bitch)
I don't want your bitch, boy, she smell like poop (What the fuck?)
[Verse 3: Noawh & Guacc]
I tried sticking it in, but that shit got stuck
I hate all these hoes, they just wanna fuck
Yeah, I might be pullin' up sick (Cough)
But now I got these bitches and they riding on my dick, ayy
Victor needs to be home by 10:00
Hit bitch ass can't even pull a 10
I counted all my racks, I got 10
And my woman, she's a 10
Pullin' up, throat raspy (Mhm)
[?] your momma pass me
Run it up at this track meet
I get back to the crib and I got Treasure gasping (Jake, ohh)

[Outro: Yung Sander]
Thank you for tuning in to this snazzy ass beat
You know, shouts out my boy:
Jaxon, Jake, Noah, and Basti
Basti beats shit, no sweet shit
I'm out here, slatt
Like you ain't know