trdee – my glocky and my chop lyrics
[intro]
(ooh, sh+t, that’s a danny g beat)
(d+mn, jakesand)
[verse 1: trdee]
i’m the definition of a sh+t talker, ho
bad b+tch blockin’ shots like mutombo
i’ma do the dash, i’m tryna see how fast it go
had her tappin’ out, she didn’t made it to the road
dog had a bust but didn’t make it to the top
no, i am not lonely, got my glocky and my chop
heard you made a tape, n0body listened when it dropped
doin’ all that barkin’ ’til we takin’ what you got
doin’ all that freaky talkin’ might just get you slammed
you are not no comp if you cannot show me a band
yeah, the hoes spin me but i ended with her friend
don’t believe you really got it, only time is on the ‘gram
off+white hoodiе, b+tch, i know you see the tag hangin’
know my haters sick, they see mе out and the sad faces
old+ass season, boy, you know your ‘fit is outdated
d+mn, i heard they hit him in his top and he did not make it
[verse 2: $camaurion]
boy, i really think that you a bot, you be thot chasin’
you be sippin’ green, i’m off the purp’, really wock’ tastin’
the red really taste so good that i think god made it
bro just went and lined a n+gga up, he ain’t wanna tape her
triple seven just for good luck, they ain’t wanna fade me
first thing, just for good luck, i pop a ten daily
i’m in the lab in purple buffs on a chill day
i just bought a whole pint, long as the seal great
[verse 3: mjpaid]
she wanna suck the d+ck, i’ma let her if her sk!lls great
ain’t f+ckin’ with the county, it’s a benihana meal day
off+white kicks, tossed a slip on a chill day
ain’t pour it in a pop, n+gga, tell me how the seal taste
i’ma grab a msr, if the bin great
i done punched h+lla kicks, i’m the sensei
you ain’t really on the court, you got bench game
no cap, ‘fit cost a band since the sixth grade
[verse 4: trdee]
leg up while i was hittin’, feel like rico
it got cold, i copped the newest gucci trench coat
f+ck that, if i was craig, i’m shootin’ deebo
got a new glock, i’m finna go see how this heat blow
i be grindin’ like a skater in some trukfit
you can’t talk to me ’bout nothin’, you don’t know sh+t
i’m just always with some money, don’t got no b+tch
why the f+ck you cuffin’ on that freak? it don’t make no sense
baby pulled up by herself, we finna tag team
been broke, really feel just like a bad dream
get your b+tch, i seen her lookin’ walkin’ past me
’cause if not, then i’ll knock her down gladly
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