ATL Smook – Glocky

ATL Smook – Glocky Lyrics

Artist: ATL Smook
Song: Glocky

Woo
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
What

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 #ss 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

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#gg# I got bags on bags
This b#tch with me, she fill up the room, she got #ss on #ss
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

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 #ss 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

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

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 #ss 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

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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From the album:
Playa Shit [Explicit]
Release Year: 2021