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Glock

Glock

Smokedope2016

Альбом: The Comeup
Длительность: 3:26
Год: 2024
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In the crib with all my chains on, brainrot
Bartesian water on the beat, smokedope feel like Voss
I can't talk to cops, but I got riot shields and tomahawks
Blank Perc', many guns with drums and red dots
My head full of smoke, I just rolled, I quit pourin' fours
2024 like 2016 without the bros
Say I do the most, bitch, I know, I'm just tryna glow
I be gettin' old, no time for games, I just smoke the 'dro

In the crib with all my chains on, chillin' with a baddie off this L
Lil' ho, she take her clothes off, feelin' up on me
She feel my Glock all up in my jeans
Pull up, make it swish, but I ain't sweet
Pull up, turn to swiss, my pockets cheese
Bitch, my pockets cheese
I can't even count, too many zeros in my bank account
Hangin' off my ass, my cargos sag way down to the ground

Smokedopе2016, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Bitch, I'm high as fuck

Slide through, let's get high, I be capped like fitted though
Feds raid my door, but I ain't movin' Diddy, bro
Growaholic, I love growin' all my shit indoor
Bitch, I'm in that cut, in the cut, ho, it's smokedope
Bitch, it's smoke, bitch, it's smoke, bitch, it's smoke

In the crib with all my chains on, brainrot
Bartesian water on the beat, smokedope feel like Voss
I can't talk to cops, but I got riot shields and tomahawks
Blank Perc', many guns with drums and red dots
My head full of smoke, I just rolled, I quit pourin' fours
2024 like 2016 without the bros
Say I do the most, bitch, I know, I'm just tryna glow
I be gettin' old, no time for games, I just smoke the 'dro

In the crib with all my chains on, chillin' with a baddie off this L
Lil' ho, she take her clothes off, feelin' up on me
She feel my Glock all up in my jeans
Pull up, make it swish, but I ain't sweet
Pull up, turn to swiss, my pockets cheese
Bitch, my pockets cheese
I can't even count, too many zeros in my bank account
Hangin' off my ass, my cargos sag way down to the ground