YOVNGCHIMI and Hydro drop ‘Baby Glock’ from their album WLGS, a hard-hitting track that mixes gritty street narratives with a bold beat. Lyricists Angel Aviles and Hector Ramos join forces with composers Marcello Pastuizaca and Ramon Gierbolini to create a tune that’s all about swagger and survival. The song sets the stage for a high-energy anthem with sharp lyrics and a relentless rhythm.
Released: September 16, 2022
Baby Glock
Hydro | Yovngchimi • From “WLGS”
Baby Glock Lyrics Meaning Hydro | Yovngchimi | WLGS
YOVNGCHIMI delivers lines like, ‘Baby Glock, I don’t want the pistol if it isn’t modified,’ showcasing his obsession with precision and power. The lyrics mention luxury brands like Fendi and Dior, blending street life with high fashion. The performer paints a vivid picture of dominance, with references to strikers in masks and the Draco rifle as the ultimate street weapon.
MoneyWayyMoneyWayy.
Yeah, Fox Gang, Mvrda Gang, b#tchYeah, Fox Gang, Mvrda Gang, ‘b#tch’.
YOVNGCHIMIYOVNGCHIMI.
Baby GlockBaby Glock.
Mvrda GangMvrda Gang.
Los dueños de los asesinatos, ¿oíste, cabr#n?The masters of the streets, you hear me, ‘man’?
No tiene chipIt doesn’t have a modification,
Dime, Nyxtotell me, Nyxto.
Baby Glock, no quiero la glizzy si no tiene chipBaby Glock, I don’t want the pistol if it isn’t modified.
Como Flock, te damo’ un fuletazo en los Amiri jeansJust like Flock, we’ll hit you with intense fire in your Amiri jeans.
Prendo un blunt, no me importa un b#cho lo que hablen de míI light a blunt, and I don’t give a ‘d#mn’ what they say about me.
Cotizao, si me quieren ver, son más de twenty G’sI’m in high demand, if they want to see me, it costs more than twenty thousand.
Me ven comprando prendas, toas en hielo, como Gucci ManeThey see me buying jewelry, all iced out, just like Gucci Mane.
I be mixing Fendi with Dior, los peines en los BalmainI’m mixing Fendi with Dior, with magazines tucked in my Balmain jeans.
Tengo to’ mis shooters esperando enmascarao’ flow KaneI’ve got all my strikers waiting in masks, like the wrestler ‘Kane’.
¿Que tú eres bichote? Nah, I don’t know yo’ nameYou say you’re a big boss? No, I don’t even know your name.
La compu es como mina de oro con el VPSThe computer is like a gold mine with the virtual server.
F#ck my opps, si los pillo limber, van pa’ CNNForget my rivals, if I catch them unprepared, they’ll end up on the news.
Fox gang, Mvrda Gang, te pongo en NoticentroFox Gang, Mvrda Gang, I’ll put you on the local headlines.
Los promotores saben que las glizzies van pa’ adentro en to’ los partiesThe promoters know the pistols come inside every single party.
I’m smoking on my opps flow RastafariI’m celebrating my victories over rivals like a Rastafari.
Voy más rápido que to’ ustedes y estoy en pali’I’m moving faster than all of you, and I’m on ‘p#lls’.
El más duro en la calle y yo sé que eso no les correI’m the toughest in the streets, and I know you can’t handle that.
Les va a tocar m#mar con los Diablos de Lloréns TorresYou’ll have to face off with the Devils of Llorens Torres housing.
Dile, EleTell them, Ele.
Cobramos to’ los días, no los juevesWe get paid every day, not just on Thursdays.
Trato de soltar el vaso de l#an, pero es que no se puedeI try to put down the cup of ‘syrup’, but I just can’t do it.
Estoy puesto pa’ la music, pero el que cruce se muereI’m focused on the music, but anyone who crosses me is finished.
Twenty-one en la FN, loco, que las glopes suenenTwenty-one rounds in the FN, man, let the Glocks roar.
Baby Glock, no quiero la glizzy si no tiene chipBaby Glock, I don’t want the pistol if it isn’t modified.
Como Flock, te damo’ un fuletazo en los Amiri jeansJust like Flock, we’ll hit you with intense fire in your Amiri jeans.
Prendo un blunt, no me importa un b#cho lo que hablen de míI light a blunt, and I don’t give a ‘d#mn’ what they say about me.
Cotizao, si me quieren ver, son más de twenty G’sI’m in high demand, if they want to see me, it costs more than twenty thousand.
Estoy comprando prendas, toas en hielo, como Gucci ManeI’m buying jewelry, all iced out, just like Gucci Mane.
I be mixing Fendi with Dior, los peines en los BalmainI’m mixing Fendi with Dior, with magazines tucked in my Balmain jeans.
Tengo to’ mis shooters esperando enmascarao’ flow KaneI’ve got all my strikers waiting in masks, like the wrestler ‘Kane’.
¿Que tú eres bichote? Nah, I don’t know yo’ nameYou say you’re a big boss? No, I don’t even know your name.
Hasta los enemies kickeando con mi músicaEven my enemies are vibing to my music.
Esta letra es únicaThese lyrics are one of a kind.
Tu muerte va a ser públicaYour downfall will be public.
En la foto de forense quedas Chuli GangYou’ll look like a ‘tough guy’ in the forensic photos.
El Draco es boogeymanThe Draco rifle is the boogeyman.
Los tiros en the hoodie gang, ¡brr!The shots hit the ‘hoodie gang’, brr!
Yo soy un gangstaI’m a real street legend.
Smoking like I’m RastaLiving life with intensity like a Rasta.
El palabreo mío cuesta cien kilos de la blancaMy word is worth a hundred kilos of ‘wh#te powder’.
Baby Glock, glizzy walkBaby Glock, doing the pistol walk.
Los tiros en la gargantaThe shots hit right on target.
El R es rojo 27 como SantaThe rifle is red like Santa’s suit, twenty-seven rounds.
Cambiando la forma de vivirChanging the way I live.
Los fanes, flashes, to’ on meThe fans and the camera flashes are all on me.
I be riding with the stickI’m riding around with protection.
Hydreezy, tú confia en míHydreezy, you just trust in me.
Que las glizzies me mantienen vivo y mientras yo esté aquíThese pistols keep me safe, and as long as I’m here,
MoneyWayy no va a morir, it’s Mvrda Gang, lil’ b#tchMoneyWayy will never die, it’s Mvrda Gang, little ‘b#tch’.
Baby Glock, glizzy walkBaby Glock, doing the pistol walk.
Los tiros en la gargantaThe shots hit right on target.
Baby Glock, glizzy walkBaby Glock, doing the pistol walk.
Los tiros en la gargantaThe shots hit right on target.
Baby Glock, glizzy walkBaby Glock, doing the pistol walk.
Mvrda GangMvrda Gang.
Los tiros en la gargantaThe shots hit right on target.
Los dueños de los asesinatos, ¿oíste, cabr#n?The masters of the streets, you hear me, ‘man’?
El R es rojo 27 como SantaThe rifle is red like Santa’s suit, twenty-seven rounds.
MoneyWayyMoneyWayy.
Baby Glock Music Video
‘Baby Glock’ lyrics are about street life and unshakable confidence. Featuring YOVNGCHIMI and Hydro, the track from WLGS highlights resilience and relentless ambition.