Lyrics 2 Glocks - Slim Jesus

2 Glocks

I just I’m smokin' on some moon rock
And it’s high tech in my cup, I’m higher than a rooftop (Lean)
Got a bad bitch, I keep her in a tube top
Foreign coupe, lose the roof when it’s getting too hot (Skrrt)
Police pull me over, smoking gas right in they face
Only time I’m getting cuffed is on my waist (Fuck twelve)
And you know I keep a hundred piece right up in the safe (Huncho)
So if I do the dash, yeah you know I beat that case (Skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt)
I just dropped a thirty, I got diamonds in my pendant (Ice)
I rock Gucci clothes, Louis, Fendi, bitch I’m drippin' (Drip)
I keep boujee hoes by my side, like I’m pimpin'
Clip hold thirty-three, I call my glizzy Scotty Pippin (Bap, bap, bap)
Everywhere I go, I keep a Glock, that’s a given (Dummy)
I just stack my guap, count my cheese, mind my business (Money)
I remember back when they ain’t wanna see the vision (Nah)
Now water on my body got 'em starin', caught you slippin' (Slip)
I remember stuffing racks up in my shoebox (Them racks)
I just copped some new ice, shit was getting too hot (New ice)
Designer everything, I’m dripping like a juice box (Drip, drip)
And I know they hatin' on me so I keep like two Glocks (Two Glocks)
I remember stuffing racks up in my shoebox (Them racks)
I just copped some new ice, shit was getting too hot (New ice)
Designer everything, I’m dripping like a juice box (Drip, drip)
And I know they hatin' on me so I keep like two Glocks (Two Glocks)