Gloski Lyrics

Trackhawk, Beamer, Rari, Rover

Heard that shit before, yuh

Renzo like Beethoven

Soski like Picasso

All red like Diablo

Pull up in Chicago

Fill that boy with Hollows

Bad bitches they swallow

Hit her with a follow

Diamonds on me Rocky

Cubans hit like Drago

Swerving missing potholes

Feel like Jose, running to the Guapo

She gon' hit a high note

Spinning like a bottle, turn my blick to fully auto

Put pendants on my bitch, put my truck on forgiatos

I got Renzo in the cut, if I say go then he gon boom

Write "that nigga" on my tomb

Just might buy my bitch the moon

She gon ride me like a saddle

I don't do the battle

100 on my necklace, so I could hear it rattle

I sent that bitch to Texas, Georgia, Nevada, Savannah

The world in my possession, bitch I'm Soski Montana

Masi, Ferrari, Lambo, Durango

My diamonds on raincoat,

Your diamonds on So-So

Renzo you a star yeah

Pull up in that Urus

Walk into my closet

I don't know what shoes to pick

Never went to college

Ball like it's a scholarship

Fresh up out the dealership

I'm whipping this

Demon, nigga I get even

Never went to college, my bitch give me knowledge

I ain't have no frame for my mattress

Paid by the day, fuckin singers & actress

They change everyday, I'm okay with adaption

Stripper bitch, I'm throwing shit on stage while she dancing

My chain like it's magic

Trackhawk, Beamer, Rari, Rover

Heard that shit before, yuh

Renzo like Beethoven

Soski like Picasso

All red like Diablo

Pull up in Chicago

Fill that boy with Hollows

Bad bitches they swallow

Hit her with a follow

Diamonds on me Rocky

Cubans hit like Drago

Swerving missing potholes

Feel like Jose, running to the Guapo

She gon' hit a high note

Got off the plane and I hop in that thang with my shordy

We living the life

She telling me "baby slow down cuz it's windy,

it's blowing the money inside"

Don't be a goofy, I got me sum friends onna call

That'll take yo…..

(You know you done fucked up right?)

Being smart right here might save yo night yeah

Could be a Tesla or Steamer

The rooftop is see through

You must be a CENA

The way I can't see ya

Raise up the needle

I'm fly like a beetle met

Evil Knievel's

Cerebral

That's lethal!

Trackhawk, Beamer, Rari, Rover

Heard that shit before, yuh

Renzo like Beethoven

Soski like Picasso

All red like Diablo

Pull up in Chicago

Fill that boy with Hollows

Bad bitches they swallow

Hit her with a follow

Diamonds on me Rocky

Cubans hit like Drago

Swerving missing potholes

Feel like Jose, running to the Guapo

She gon' hit a high note