Gucci Mane and Key Glock Drop New Track “Glizock & Wizop” (+Lyrics)

Gucci Mane unveils the new “Glizock & Wizop” track with Key Glock off the newly released album tagged ‘Breath of Fresh Air’. The piece of music was produced by BandPlay. Listen, stream, read the lyrics, buy the song, mp3 download.

Gucci Mane, a trailblazing figure in trap music and Alabama native, continues to deliver Southern hip-hop anthems. In his latest release, he teams up with one of the subgenre’s prominent names, Key Glock. This isn’t the first time the two have collaborated, with previous tracks including “Blood All on it” and “Lifers.” Their latest joint effort, “Glizock & Wizop,” is part of Gucci’s upcoming album.

Gucci Mane, also known as the East Atlanta Santa, is set to drop a gift for fans on October 17 with his first project of the year, “Breath of Fresh Air.” This album will contain 24 tracks and features collaborations with artists like 21 Savage, DaBaby, Roddy Ricch, Kodak Black, and more. The project has been eagerly anticipated since Gucci unveiled it in June, complete with cover art and a pre-save link. With a string of singles already out, including “King Snipe” and “There I Go” with J. Cole and Mike WiLL Made-It, “Breath of Fresh Air” promises to be another thrilling addition to Gucci’s extensive discography.

Gucci Mane – Glizock & Wizop (ft. Key Glock) (prod. BandPlay)

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17 October 2023
1 Song, 3 minutes
℗ 2023 1017 Global Music, LLC and Atlantic Recording Corporation

Lyrics

[Intro: Key Glock]
(BandPlay)
G-Lock
Yeah

[Chorus: Key Glock]
Ayy, it’s Glizock and Guwop, we so icy, nigga, you not (Yeah)
Pistol in the party, these young niggas with me too hot (Yeah)
I ran it up, no bank account, I stuffed it in the shoebox
Ninth grade with them things, I felt like a trap god (Yeah)
Long live my nigga Flippa, bitch (Bitch), you see these blue rocks (Yep)
Ayy, I can’t put no money in my denim, it’s just too much
Ayy, every time you see me, I got some new ice and like two cups
Ayy, not from Milwaukee or from Tampa, bae, these blue bucks

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
It’s Guwop and Glizock, and this combo gon’ be hard to stop
Zone 6 to South Memphis, totin’ that pistol like a cop
Wouldn’t give me my flowers, I rewarded myself and bought a watch (Burr)
Took the fork and scraped the pot (Skrrt), it’s off the eye, I shake the pot
I can’t put no money in no niggas who ain’t worth it, dawg (No)
Confiscated my necklace ’cause these suckers didn’t deserve it, y’all (Pussy)
Seventeen summers later, showin’ no signs of fallin’ off (Well, damn)
I didn’t even imagine I’d be ballin’ how I’m ballin’ now (Go, go)
Niggas tried to count me out, they miscounted the wrong amount (Wrong)
Killers took, don’t bring ’em up, it’s ’round ’em if I bring ’em out
Oh, you got a crash dummy, think before you send him off (Huh?)
His brain left on the dashboard, we all see what he thinkin’, dawg (Yeah)

[Chorus: Key Glock]
Ayy, it’s Glizock and Guwop, we so icy, nigga, you not (Yeah)
Pistol in the party, these young niggas with me too hot (Yeah)
I ran it up, no bank account, I stuffed it in the shoebox
Ninth grade with them things, I felt like a trap god (Yeah)
Long live my nigga Flippa, bitch (Bitch), you see these blue rocks (Yep)
Ayy, I can’t put no money in my denim, it’s just too much
Ayy, every time you see me, I got some new ice and like two cups
Ayy, not from Milwaukee or from Tampa, bae, these blue bucks

[Verse 2: Key Glock]
Yeah (Blue bucks)
Baby, I get too much
Motherfuckin’ money, so I gotta keep that tool tucked
I’m still the same youngin’, the only thing, my money grew up
It be the same niggas talkin’ ’bout slidin’ and ain’t shootin’ nothin’
Yeah, bitch, I’m all about my bread, every crouton
Yeah, I just cut a check and bitch off like a coupon
Yeah, dead guys in my past, that shit two-hundred
Um, young nigga keep the heat up on ’em, Jimmy Bun

[Chorus: Key Glock]
Ayy, it’s Glizock and Guwop, we so icy, nigga, you not (Yeah)
Pistol in the party, these young niggas with me too hot (Yeah)
I ran it up, no bank account, I stuffed it in the shoebox
Ninth grade with them things, I felt like a trap god (Yeah)
Long live my nigga Flippa, bitch (Bitch), you see these blue rocks (Yep)
Ayy, I can’t put no money in my denim, it’s just too much
Ayy, every time you see me, I got some new ice and like two cups
Ayy, not from Milwaukee or from Tampa, bae, these blue bucks