Glocky

[Intro]
Woo
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
What?

[Chorus]
Glocky on my hip when I hop up out that fucking coupe (Yeah)
I got green hundreds, I got blue faces too (Too)
I got bad bitches, yeah, I swear that they so rude (Rude)
I'm on X, sipping on this lean, feel like I'm DJ Screw (Yeah)
I got cash in the bag, I can't go out sad (Go out sad)
I'm in a fast-ass coupe right now, I'm tryna break the dash (Woo)
YSL denim up on my ass, yeah, it cost two racks (Cost two racks)
Boy, I thought you was a shooter, but you ain't even shoot back (You ain't shoot back)

[Verse 1]
I might crash, I might crash, I might fucking crash (Fucking crash)
Boy, your diamonds look like glass, like, who sold you that? (Who sold you that?)
Put my shooter in an Uber, he gon' handle that (Doo-doo-doo)
I pop tags, I pop tags, I just blow this cash (Cash)
I'm on front street right now, lil' nigga, I got bags on bags (Yeah)
This bitch with me, she fill up the room, she got ass on ass (Yeah)
Mixing designers, I put this shit on, yеah, check out the dab (Check out thе dab)
I'm sorry, lil' boy, but I can't put you on if you wasn't with me on the Ave (Me on the, what?)
I put Wockhardt in my cup, it got me screwed up (Got me screwed up)
I be smoking on this gas, it got me fueled up (Got me fueled up)
I might pull up in a tank, yeah, with some shooters (Hey)
I got white diamonds on me like the Ku Klux (Woah)

[Chorus]
Glocky on my hip when I hop up out that fucking coupe (Yeah)
I got green hundreds, I got blue faces too (Too)
I got bad bitches, yeah, I swear that they so rude (Rude)
I'm on X, sipping on this lean, feel like I'm DJ Screw (Yeah)
I got cash in the bag, I can't go out sad (Go out sad)
I'm in a fast-ass coupe right now, I'm tryna break the dash (Woo)
YSL denim up on my ass, yeah, it cost two racks (Cost two racks)
Boy, I thought you was a shooter, but you ain't even shoot back (You ain't shoot back)

[Verse 2]
I put VS1s inside the Rolly Polly (VS1s)
Bitch, I been had sauce, ain't talking ravioli (Ravioli)
All these Percs that's in my body, oh my god, might OD (Oh my god)
Got a runway model with me, I treat her like a trophy (Like a trophy)
Yeah, I'm in LA balling, bitch, I feel like Kobe (Feel like Kobe)
Yeah, smoking three-gram Backwoods like a fucking bogey
I been kicking shit like a fucking goalie (Yeah)
All these Cubans on my neck, it got me fucking chocking (Got me fucking choking)

[Chorus]
Glocky on my hip when I hop up out that fucking coupe (Yeah)
I got green hundreds, I got blue faces too (Too)
I got bad bitches, yeah, I swear that they so rude (Rude)
I'm on X, sipping on this lean, feel like I'm DJ Screw (Yeah)
I got cash in the bag, I can't go out sad (Go out sad)
I'm in a fast-ass coupe right now, I'm tryna break the dash (Woo)
YSL denim up on my ass, yeah, it cost two racks (Cost two racks)
Boy, I thought you was a shooter, but you ain't even shoot back (You ain't shoot back)

[Outro]
Yeah
Boy, I thought you was a shooter, you ain't even shoot back
I put cash in the bag, I can't go out sad