wafelek – glockie lyrics
[chorus: wafelek]
i got a glocky in my pocket and i’m finna pop it
pull up on the opps and spin the block like its a game of bop it
celebrate our victory, i pull out a big box of chocolate
wanted by police for stealin’ like a hundred f+ckin’ wallets
ayy, got me a bad b+tch on my d+ck
it took me two minutes to take yo hoe, you prob boring as sh+t
i got extendo clips, extend my d+ck when she sit on my lap
and b+tch we do it in november, ain’t got time to have no fap, yuh
[verse 1: wafelek]
a couple weeks ago i had no money in my bank
but me and gatos dropped a song now we got bands on f+ckin bands
we feel like bandits, jk, f+ck that, yunder dead as h+ll
but you know nero is up next and we gon’ shock the f+ckin world yeah me and gatos, we pull girls
i made your b+tchy do a twirl
and now she takin off her skirt and then she start to f+ckin’ twerk
like holy sh+t, she really do that
god d+mn she have a huge ass
you know i had to dive in like its money and i’m mr krabs, uh
[chorus: wafelek]
i got a glocky in my pocket and i’m finna pop it
pull up on the opps and spin the block like its a game of bop it
celebrate our victory, i pull out a big box of chocolate
wanted by police for stealin’ like a hundred f+ckin’ wallets
ayy, got me a bad b+tch on my d+ck
it took me two minutes to take yo hoe, you prob boring as sh+t
i got extendo clips, extend my d+ck when she sit on my lap
and b+tch we do it in november, ain’t got time to have no fap, yuh
[verse 2: gatos]
i got these glocks and berettas
i keep it tucked in my denim
i got a bag that i’m chasin’
couple bags, i’ll go get em
i got like, a couple thousand to my name, i ain’t kiddin’
i got berettas, i’m ready
i’m boutta hit em with seven (let’s go)
my 40 boutta f+ckin’ pop, like it’s vodka
i got em screaming (oh my god) like they f+ckin’’ osaka
okay, i got a bottle and a glock, i’m about to pop em
and i’m fl!ckin’ on her bean like it’s a f+ckin’ game of bop it, ha
and i got bands on top of bands
all this money in my pocket, and it’s falling out my pants
i don’t give a f+ck, i’m wondering if you wanna come dance
40% i keep it slimmer than chance
i got a track and i’ll drop it
i got these muhf+ckers hoppin’
i got these b+tches lookin’ at me, like they muhf+ckin’ shoppin’
if i, get in the flow, then i ain’t muhf+ckin’ stoppin’
i keep a b+tch fit dripped, when they look, then they copy
he got these bands, gettin’ up
he dirty dancin’, flexin’, uh
he jumpin’ hoes, left to right
and drop a b+tch, finessin’, uh
they throwin’ hands up, countin’ bands up
i got a baddie on my d+mn c+ck
i’m boutta stand up, and f+ckin’ slam em
i got a glocky, in my pocket and i’m finna pop it
fl!ckin’ on her bean like it’s a motherf+ckin’ game of bop it
i spin the block, like celebrations, ain’t no box of chocolate
wanted by police for stealing like 100 f+ckin’ wallets
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