Sickboyrari - GLOCKIE IN THE GIRL GSTAR JEANS lyrics
[Sickboyrari - GLOCKIE IN THE GIRL GSTAR JEANS lyrics]
(EVILGIANE)
Yeah, Glocky in the girl G-Star jeans (BSULV)
Get that, get some
Glocky in the girl G-Star jeans (Rio)
Grrah, grrah, oh
Shorty tote it, she a savage
Shorty a… (Surf Gang, bitch)
Acrylic nails acrylic nails tote the ratchet
Shorty thuggin', she a savage
Ain't fuckin' with it if it average
Trigger finger, thirty carats
Acrylic nails on the ratchet
Thirty racks, still rackin'
Shorty tote it, she a savage
Trigger finger, thirty carats
Trigger finger, thirty carats
Steppin' with that Stephen Curry
These boys out here steppin' scary
On go like we in a hurry
Mud, it got my vision blurry
Pull up for you, yeah, no worry
Icy like it's February (Slit)
Taurus shootеr ride for me
Wipe a nosе, gon' slide for me
In the coupe, it's you and me
Dodgin' 'em like truancy
X a opp like obsolete
Spilled the lean up on the seats
TLC, you know we creep
Hoppin' out big-body Jeeps
Black rag up on my team
Thirty hangin', don't need no beam
Like scarecrow hangin' with my team
For you, I'd put 'em on a tee
Glocky in the girl G-Star jeans
Bend it low and touch your knees
KTS, gon' kill the scene
Money ain't shit, let's spend this cream
For lil' shorty, I'd blow a bag
Thirty hangin', extended mag
Ice her trigger finger, yeah
We still gettin' it, they still mad
We still glisten it to the moon
Acrylic nails acrylic nails tote the ratchet
Shorty thuggin', she a savage
Ain't fuckin' with it if it average
Trigger finger, thirty carats
Acrylic nails on the ratchet
Thirty racks, still rackin'
Shorty tote it, she a savage
Trigger finger, thirty carats
Yeah, Glocky in the girl G-Star jeans (BSULV)
Get that, get some
Glocky in the girl G-Star jeans (Rio)
Grrah, grrah, oh
Shorty tote it, she a savage
Shorty a… (Surf Gang, bitch)
Acrylic nails acrylic nails tote the ratchet
Shorty thuggin', she a savage
Ain't fuckin' with it if it average
Trigger finger, thirty carats
Acrylic nails on the ratchet
Thirty racks, still rackin'
Shorty tote it, she a savage
Trigger finger, thirty carats
Trigger finger, thirty carats
Steppin' with that Stephen Curry
These boys out here steppin' scary
On go like we in a hurry
Mud, it got my vision blurry
Pull up for you, yeah, no worry
Icy like it's February (Slit)
Taurus shootеr ride for me
Wipe a nosе, gon' slide for me
In the coupe, it's you and me
Dodgin' 'em like truancy
X a opp like obsolete
Spilled the lean up on the seats
TLC, you know we creep
Hoppin' out big-body Jeeps
Black rag up on my team
Thirty hangin', don't need no beam
Like scarecrow hangin' with my team
For you, I'd put 'em on a tee
Glocky in the girl G-Star jeans
Bend it low and touch your knees
KTS, gon' kill the scene
Money ain't shit, let's spend this cream
For lil' shorty, I'd blow a bag
Thirty hangin', extended mag
Ice her trigger finger, yeah
We still gettin' it, they still mad
We still glisten it to the moon
Acrylic nails acrylic nails tote the ratchet
Shorty thuggin', she a savage
Ain't fuckin' with it if it average
Trigger finger, thirty carats
Acrylic nails on the ratchet
Thirty racks, still rackin'
Shorty tote it, she a savage
Trigger finger, thirty carats