Glockys Songtext
von Rowdy Rebel
Glockys Songtext
Brrt, ayy (ooh, Johnny Shipes)
(The Sound) ayy
Huh?
They say get back to my old ways (from when?), from back in the days (yeah)
Blue fact want that ratchet, like, what′s crackin'? Ayy, Deuce Trey (ayo, Zay)
′Member when I was young? I saw my first gun when I was eight (when I was eight)
When Johnny had no answer, we took 12 up on a chase (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt-skrrt)
Man, they ain't even see my face or see my license plates (huh)
Thinkin' ′bout my chaha, we had drama ′round my way (glah)
We had Glockys on our corners (glah), we had Glockys on our waists (baow, glah, glah, glah)
Take them Glockys off them corners (glah), put them Glockys in your face (grrt, ayy, baow)
Took my one bitch out the trenches, bought her ass and bought her titties (and bought her titties)
And my lil' hitters gettin′ money, I don't gotta buy ′em glizzys (I don't gotta buy ′em glizzys)
Bought it out for my lil' jewelers and that nigga up a milli' (man, that nigga up a milli′)
She gon′ fuck me 'cause I′m handsome (huh, wha'?), she just fuck me ′cause I'm witty (wha′?)
They like, "Who that there?", that's my new bitch right there with her ass out (all with her ass out)
250 on this dash and this new Audi (skrrt, skrrt), 'bout to mash out (skrrt, skrrt)
Crashin′ in your party, if he in there, he gon′ crash out (he gon' crash out)
Free my nigga Neechie, he still touch, he on the max out (he off the Molly)
Used to sleep with the rats and the roaches (roaches), used to trap with the killers and vultures (vultures)
When a nigga got locked and did all that time, I didn′t do that shit from the culture (for the culture)
I did that shit for squad above (for the squad), I did that shit for the soldiers (for the soldiers)
That's the reason I keep takin′ these drugs (ha), I think my heart gettin' colder (baow, baow, baow)
They say get back to my old ways (from when?), from back in the days (yeah)
Blue fact want that ratchet, like, what′s crackin'? Ayy, Deuce Trey (ayo, Zay)
'Member when I was young? I saw my first gun when I was eight (when I was eight)
When Johnny had no answer, we took 12 up on a chase (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt-skrrt)
Man, they ain′t even see my face or see my license plates (huh)
Thinkin′ 'bout my chaha, we had drama ′round my way (glah)
We had Glockys on our corners (glah), we had Glockys on our waists (baow, glah, glah, glah)
Take them Glockys off them corners (glah), put them Glockys in your face (grrt, baow)
(The Sound) ayy
Huh?
They say get back to my old ways (from when?), from back in the days (yeah)
Blue fact want that ratchet, like, what′s crackin'? Ayy, Deuce Trey (ayo, Zay)
′Member when I was young? I saw my first gun when I was eight (when I was eight)
When Johnny had no answer, we took 12 up on a chase (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt-skrrt)
Man, they ain't even see my face or see my license plates (huh)
Thinkin' ′bout my chaha, we had drama ′round my way (glah)
We had Glockys on our corners (glah), we had Glockys on our waists (baow, glah, glah, glah)
Take them Glockys off them corners (glah), put them Glockys in your face (grrt, ayy, baow)
Took my one bitch out the trenches, bought her ass and bought her titties (and bought her titties)
And my lil' hitters gettin′ money, I don't gotta buy ′em glizzys (I don't gotta buy ′em glizzys)
Bought it out for my lil' jewelers and that nigga up a milli' (man, that nigga up a milli′)
She gon′ fuck me 'cause I′m handsome (huh, wha'?), she just fuck me ′cause I'm witty (wha′?)
They like, "Who that there?", that's my new bitch right there with her ass out (all with her ass out)
250 on this dash and this new Audi (skrrt, skrrt), 'bout to mash out (skrrt, skrrt)
Crashin′ in your party, if he in there, he gon′ crash out (he gon' crash out)
Free my nigga Neechie, he still touch, he on the max out (he off the Molly)
Used to sleep with the rats and the roaches (roaches), used to trap with the killers and vultures (vultures)
When a nigga got locked and did all that time, I didn′t do that shit from the culture (for the culture)
I did that shit for squad above (for the squad), I did that shit for the soldiers (for the soldiers)
That's the reason I keep takin′ these drugs (ha), I think my heart gettin' colder (baow, baow, baow)
They say get back to my old ways (from when?), from back in the days (yeah)
Blue fact want that ratchet, like, what′s crackin'? Ayy, Deuce Trey (ayo, Zay)
'Member when I was young? I saw my first gun when I was eight (when I was eight)
When Johnny had no answer, we took 12 up on a chase (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt-skrrt)
Man, they ain′t even see my face or see my license plates (huh)
Thinkin′ 'bout my chaha, we had drama ′round my way (glah)
We had Glockys on our corners (glah), we had Glockys on our waists (baow, glah, glah, glah)
Take them Glockys off them corners (glah), put them Glockys in your face (grrt, baow)
Writer(s): Christopher Johnson, Chad Marshall, Jonathan Shapiro, Jonah F Abrams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
