Glockiana

Yeah, 8-1-3 shit

Jitter bug shit

You already know the fucking vibes

(SKULLY)

Glockiana tucked inside the waist band
She keep tryna feel up on my waist, man
Brush your teeth
Girl you need some paste, man
Fuck the beat
I could keep a pace, man

When I roll up I put dead opps inside it, uh
She got feelings yeah, she can't even hide it, uh
I got six rings yeah, like my name is Jordan
I got a new drip, and damn this shit imported

This ain't a game
But you know I keep my scoring
Pulling up on the ops we get to pouring
Like it's raining then we slide off in a foreign
Bitch gave me dumb head left me snoring
Bitch she gave me stupid head left me sleeping
Yeah, I'm feeling like skies I get to creepin'
Yeah, Hop inside the frog and it's leaping
Yeah, money in the counter and it's beaping
Yeah, scoop it off the counter with a rake, uh
Yeah, bitch we smoking gas ain't smoke no shake, uh

(Yeah, roll another one)

(Nah, not with the Swisher with the wood)

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah the Russian cream, the Russian cream)

(Alright, that shit purple though?)

(Alright, alright)

Yeah, purple gas in my blunt going crazy
Yeah, I'mma hit your bestie like my name DaBaby
Yeah, counting cash and I do it on the daily
Yeah, that boy looking zesty, look like he got scabies
Yeah, that boy looking zesty, look like he got rabies
Yeah, put me on the beat and I'm going crazy
Yeah, and I'm off this work got me feeling lazy
Yeah, that bitch wanna have my kid, have my baby

Glockiana tucked inside the waist band
She keep tryna feel up on my waist, man
Brush your teeth
Girl you need some paste, man
Fuck the beat
I could keep a pace, man

(Yo, what the fuck was that?)



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