Key Glock Lyrics – Gucci Sweatsuit

Gucci Sweatsuit

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)

Gucci Sweatsuit Lyrics