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rowdy rebel - glockys lyrics

[intro]
brrt, ayy (ooh, johnny shipes)
(the sound)
ayy
huh

[chorus]
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 twelve 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 glocky’s on our corners (glah), we had glocky’s on our waists (baow, glah, glah, glah)
take them glocky’s off them corners (glah), put them glocky’s in your facе (grrt, ayy, baow)

[verse]
took my one b+tch out the trenchеs, bought her ass and bought her titties (and bought her titties)
and my lil’ hitters getting money, i don’t gotta buy them glizzy’s (i don’t gotta buy them glizzy’s)
bought it out for my lil’ jewelers and that n+gga up a milli’ (man, that n+gga up a milli’)
she gon’ f+ck me ’cause i’m handsome (huh, wha), she just f+ck me ’cause i’m witty (wha)
they like, “who that there?”, that’s my new b+tch right there with her ass out (all with her ass out)
two twenty 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 n+gga, 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 k!llers and vultures (vultures)
when a n+gga got locked and did all that time, i didn’t do that sh+t from the culture (for the culture)
i did that sh+t for squad above (for the squad), i did that sh+t for the soldiers (for the soldiers)
that’s the reason i keep taking these drugs (ha), i think my heart getting colder (baow, baow, baow)
[chorus]
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 twelve 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 glocky’s on our corners (glah), we had glocky’s on our waists (baow, glah, glah, glah)
take them glocky’s off them corners (glah), put them glocky’s in your face (grrt, baow)

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