lirik lagu glocky – atl smook
[intro]
woo
yeah
yeah, yeah
what
[chorus]
glocky on my hip when i hop up out that f*cking coupe
i got green hundreds, i got blue faces too
i got bad b*tches, yeah i swear that they so rude
i’m on x, sipping on this lean, feel like i’m dj screw
i got cash in the bag, i can’t go out sad
i’m in a fast ass coupe right now, i’m tryna’ break the dash
ysl denim up on my ass, yeah it cost two racks
boy i thought you was a shooter but you ain’t even shoot back
[verse 1]
i might crash, i might crash, i might f*cking crash
boy, your diamonds look like glass, like who sold you that?
put my shooter in a uber, he gon’ handle that
i pop tags, i pop tags, i just blow this cash
i’m on front street right now, lil n*gga i got bags on bags
this b*tch with me, she fill up the room, she got ass on ass
mixing designers, i put this sh*t on yeah, check out the [?]
i’m sorry lil boy i can’t put you on if you wanna’ put me on the avе
i put wockhardt in my cup, it got me screwed up
i bе smoking on this gas, it got me fueled up
i might pull up in a tank, yeah with some shooters
i got white diamonds on me like the ku klux
[chorus]
glocky on my hip when i hop up out that f*cking coupe
i got green hundreds, i got blue faces too
i got bad b*tches, yeah i swear that they so rude
i’m on x, sipping on this lean, feel like i’m dj screw
i got cash in the bag, i can’t go out sad
i’m in a fast ass coupe right now, i’m tryna’ break the dash
ysl denim up on my ass, yeah it cost two racks
boy i thought you was a shooter but you ain’t even shoot back
[verse 2]
i put vs1’s inside the rollie polly
b*tch i been had sauce, ain’t talking ravioli
all these percs’ that’s in my body, oh my god might od
got a runway model with me, i treat her like a trophy
yeah, i’m in la balling, b*tch i feel like kobe
smoking 3*gram backwoods like a f*cking [?]
i been kicking sh*t, like a f*cking goalie
all these cubans on my neck got me f*cking chocking
[chorus]
glocky on my hip when i hop up out that f*cking coupe
i got green hundreds, i got blue faces too
i got bad b*tches, yeah i swear that they so rude
i’m on x, sipping on this lean, feel like i’m dj screw
i got cash in the bag, i can’t go out sad
i’m in a fast ass coupe right now, i’m tryna’ break the dash
ysl denim up on my ass, yeah it cost two racks
boy i thought you was a shooter but you ain’t even shoot back
[outro]
yeah
boy i thought you was a shooter but you ain’t even shoot back
i putcash in the bag, i can’t go out sad
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