• Title:Glockie
  • Artist:AJ Tracey
  • Album:Flu Game
  • KaraokeRate:1★
  • Languages:en
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    作词 : AJ Tracey
    作曲 : The Elements/AOD
    Got your career on my wrist
    Walk in the club, see my name on the list
    Without me these rappers wouldn't exist
    Drive with the Glockie, we're taking the risk
    I'm in my Birkin, I'll Birkin a bitch
    Start with the right in the kitchen and switch
    Why they keep chasing? They don't get the jist
    Back at A Jewellers, I couldn't resist
    I'll start with the right in the kitchen and switch
    I'm walking in Harrods
    I smell like United Arab Emirates
    This Oud, I had to spray it generous
    My niggas, Titanaboa venomous, ya dig?
    We driving down Hanover Square with the stick
    Nikey my tech or I'm dripping in Rick
    I'm the same dude when I'm not with the clique
    We air out the caliber, that do the trick
    I left that show and got neck in the coupe
    She saw me diamonds and asked what I do
    I ain't a rapper, I'm part of a group
    And all of my niggas are stars in the troupe
    Took off in a rocket, I'm over the moon
    Wake up at 8 and I'm sleeping at noon
    Did take a L, I'll be over it soon
    You know me, I'm hustling June till it's June
    This here a new plate, this shit cost a lot
    I pulled out that Lambo, came straight off the lot
    Beefing these numbers, you're losing the plot
    Babe, don't watch him, he's just mad he got got
    My set got teet and they air it out
    Drop a pin, we'll pull up at your whereabouts
    Spin the block in a dingers and wear it out
    Don't be spitting some shit I don't care about
    These niggas pussy, they tweet, they don't want the beef
    Them boy dere avoiding the teef
    Blow all these runts 'cause I need the relief
    She's good on the outside but bad underneath
    Throw me the pussy, I'm tearing it up
    Open it wide, you ain't sharing enough
    Copped me the skelly with gems in the cuff
    She came on my wrist now the shimmer is buff
    I whip the Merc like a go-kart
    Me and you just ain't the same
    You spent like 3 on your car and put 3 on your wrist
    But my sofa, it cost me the same
    **** all these rappers, this shit's just a game
    Double my cash and I'll give you my fame
    Ex-friend a rat, he got took out the frame
    Can't hang with no one that wan give up a name
    Still in Chanel but my drop ain't in store
    My boy bought a vest and I asked him what for
    My opps ain't on nuffin', they never perform
    I'll park off a choppa, we're ready for war
    20 popped
    Come like I hit the scene with a belly flop
    All these colours, my diamonds are jelly tots
    Cut them off, I swear I ain't got any thots
    (I ain't got any thots)
    (AoD)