Glocky E

Woo. Shit. Yeah. Yeah. Boy. Glockie on my hip when I hop up Out that fucking coupe. Shit. I got green hundreds, I got blue faces too. I got bad bitches, yeah, I swear that they So rude. I'm on eight, sipping on this lean, Feel like I'm DJ Screw. Screw. I got cash in the bag, I can't Go outside. Go outside. 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. Boy, I thought you was a shooter, But you ain't hit you back. I might crash, I might crash, I might fucking 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 Fresh Street right now, lil' Nigga, I got bags on bags. Bags. This bitch with me, she feel like Gru, She got ass on ass. Yeah. Mixing designers, I put this shit on, yeah, check Out the tag. Check out the I'm sorry lil' Boy, but I can't put you on if you Wasn't with me on the L. You wasn't me. I put wockhardt in my cup, it got me Screwed up. Screwed I be smoking on this gas, It got me fueled up. I might pull up in a tank yeah, with Some shoe cuts. I got white diamonds on me like the Ku Klux. Woah. Glockie on my hip when I hop Up out that fucking coupe. Shit. I got green hundreds, I got blue faces Too. I got bad bitches, yeah, I swear that They so rude. I'm on eight, sipping on this Lean, feel like I'm DJ Screw. I got cash in the bag, I can't go Outside. Go outside. 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 Boy, I thought you was A shooter, but you ain't hit you back. Hit I put VS1s inside the rolly polly. Bitch, I been had sauce, ain't talking ravioli. 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. Like a trophy. Yeah, I'm in LA balling, bitch, I feel like Kobe. Feel like Kobe. Yeah, smoking three gram Backwoods like fucking Bogey. I been kicking shit like a fucking goalie. Yeah. All these Cubans on my neck got me Fucking choking. choking. Glockie on my hip when I Hop up out that fucking coupe. Shit. I got green hundreds, I got blue faces Too. I got bad bitches, yeah, I swear that They so rude. I'm on eight, sipping on this Lean, feel like I'm DJ Screw. I got cash in the bag, I can't go Outside. Go outside. 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 you back. Hit you back. Shit. Boy, I thought you was a shooter, you ain't Hit you back. I put cash in the bag, I can't go Outside. Hey.