Key Glock - Gucci Sweatsuit lyrics

[Key Glock - Gucci Sweatsuit lyrics]

Migo crazy in this bitch (God) yeah
Yeah (Let the band play) glizock
Hoppin' out the coupe (Skrrt)
Yeah, hoppin' out that coupe
(Skrrt,  yeah, ooh, yeah)

Bitch, I'm hoppin' out that coupe
In a Gucci sweatsuit (Skrrt, skrrt)
And I got a pocket full of blues
(Racks, woo, woo, racks)
Chillin' with your boo, your bitch, yeah
That bitch get loose
She get loose, loose, loose
Loose, loose, loose, she get loose

Uh, yeah, I just dropped a deuce (Mud)
'Bout to take my bitch and
My gang to Honolulu (Let's go)
Glock the real deal
All you other niggas fu-fu (Glizock)
You bitch made, need tutu, I
Ride around with two 2's, nigga
I'm up, yeah, yeah, yeah
I told you that I'm cutthroat
To the core, yeah, yeah, yeah
They fucked up, gave them M's
To your boy, yeah, yeah, yeah
You know what it is and
What it was, yeah, yeah, yeah
Just bought an AK, it came with a sword (Uh)
Cartiers on my face, I look just like a dork
(yeah) i've been gettin' a lot of cake
But I still want some more cake (Let's go)
Hopped up in my foreign, tore
It, pedal to the floor, yeah
(Skrrt)
I get racks, you know it, yeah, I get racks
You know it (Racks)
Nigga, yeah, and I put that on the lord
(On God) yeah, the shit I'm smokin' so loud
Can't ignore it (yeah)
I'm burnin' trees, forest, yeah
I'm runnin' it up like Forrest (Run it)
Gump (Run it) yeah, but I'm Glizock

And I'm hoppin' out that coupe
(What you doin'? What you doin'?)
And I'm hoppin' out that coupe
(What you doin'? What you doin'?)
Bitch, I'm hoppin' out that coupe
In a Gucci sweatsuit
And I got a pocket full of blues
(Racks, woo, woo, racks)
Bitch, I'm hoppin' out that coupe
In a Gucci sweatsuit
Catch me hoppin' out that coupe
In a Gucci sweatsuit
Catch me hoppin' out that coupe
In a Gucci sweatsuit
Catch me hoppin' out that coupe
In a Gucci sweatsuit (yeah)

Uh, hop back in my coupe
Yeah, that bitch zoom, yeah
Quarantine my sip, yeah, illest
Nigga in the room, ayy
Back at the room (yeah, yeah)
I got your bitch bent over
Like we playin' pool, ayy
They be like, "Glizock, come down, boy
You just be too turnt" (yeah)
Yeah, bitch, I'm too much
(yeah) , now pass me two cups
Pour up, flyer than a reindeer
All these blue bucks
Yeah, I got blue bucks, baby
I got blue bucks (yeah, yeah)
Hoppin' out the C8 with my tool tucked
(Clutch) you can go and ask about me
I don't give two fucks, nigga
I don't give two fucks, nah
I don't give two fucks (yeah)
I bought a 'Vette in the pandemic
They say I'm too much (The fuck?)

Catch me hoppin' out that coupe
(What you doin'? What you doin'? yeah)
Catch me hoppin' out that coupe
(What you doin'? What you doin'? yeah)
Catch me hoppin' out that coupe
In a Gucci sweatsuit
And I got a pocket full of blues
(Racks, yeah, racks)
Catch me hoppin' out that coupe
In a Gucci sweatsuit
Catch me hoppin' out that coupe
In a Gucci sweatsuit (Skrrt)
Catch me hoppin' out that coupe
In a Gucci sweatsuit (yeah)
Bitch, I'm hoppin' out that coupe
In a Gucci sweatsuit (yeah, uh)

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