Wafelek - ​glockie

★ 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 fuckin' wallets
Ayy, got me a bad bitch on my dick
It took me two minutes to take yo hoe, you prob boring as shit
I got extendo clips, extend my dick when she sit on my lap
And bitch 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 fuckin bands
We feel like bandits, jk, fuck that, yunder dead as hell
But you know nero is up next and we gon' shock the fuckin world Yeah me and gatos, we pull girls
I made your bitchy do a twirl
And now she takin off her skirt and then she start to fuckin' twerk
Like holy shit, she really do that
God damn 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 fuckin' wallets
Ayy, got me a bad bitch on my dick
It took me two minutes to take yo hoe, you prob boring as shit
I got extendo clips, extend my dick when she sit on my lap
And bitch 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 fuckin’ pop, like it’s vodka
I got em screaming (oh my god) like they fuckin’’ Osaka
Okay, I got a bottle and a Glock, I’m about to pop em
And I’m flickin’ on her bean like it’s a fuckin’ 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 fuck, 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 muhfuckers hoppin’
I got these bitches lookin’ at me, like they muhfuckin’ shoppin’
If I, get in the flow, then I ain’t muhfuckin’ stoppin’
I keep a bitch 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 bitch, finessin’, uh
They throwin’ hands up, countin’ bands up
I got a baddie on my damn cock
I’m boutta stand up, and fuckin’ slam em
I got a glocky, in my pocket and I’m finna pop it
Flickin’ on her bean like it’s a motherfuckin’ game of bop it
I spin the block, like celebrations, ain’t no box of chocolate
Wanted by police for stealing like 100 fuckin’ wallets