[Intro] Yeah Big body talk Uh Stack it up [Verse 1] Glocks in the bag, lips cherry red Short skirt ridin’ high, ink on my leg He like the way I laugh, say I’m bad for his head ’Til I sit it on his face, now he speakin’ in tongues instead (mmm) Blunts in the tray, ash on his chest Sweat on my back, gold chain on my neck He pourin’ up shots, I’m pourin’ out stress Got a roll of blue faces just to pay for the mess (yeah) I bend, then break him, shake it, take it Slow grind, bassline, mind all faded Talk nice to me if you wanna get blessed Talk price to me, what’s the number, what’s next? (huh) [Chorus] Glocks, blunts, stacks I make that ass clap back He throwin’ cash, I throw it back We mix the sin with the champagne facts (yeah) Glocks, blunts, stacks Hands on my waist, tongue on my tats Sex, smoke, sweat, relapse Light a cig after, run that back (run that back) [Verse 2] Cash on the dresser, cuffs in the drawer He said he never met a girl like me before I ride, he tap out, still beggin’ for more Got him prayin’ to a sinner on a hotel floor (amen) We hit the club, whole crew look mean Thighs out, eyes low, walkin’ like a queen He watchin’ how I move, tryna buy my time But my body got a budget and he standin’ in line (pay up) Stack after stack, watch it stick to my skin I drop, then pop, let the night begin He say “slow down,” I just grin, relax Slide his fingers down my spine while I’m countin’ these racks (ooh) [Chorus] Glocks, blunts, stacks I make that ass clap back He throwin’ cash, I throw it back We mix the sin with the champagne facts (yeah) Glocks, blunts, stacks Hands on my waist, tongue on my tats Sex, smoke, sweat, relapse Light a cig after, run that back (run that back) [Bridge] Ash on the nightstand Prints on my glass Teeth on my shoulder Hands on my ass (uh) If you wanna taste this Better bring bands ’Cause I’ll break your heart While I break these rubber bands (yeah) [Chorus] Glocks, blunts, stacks I make that ass clap back He throwin’ cash, I throw it back We mix the sin with the champagne facts Glocks, blunts, stacks Hands on my waist, tongue on my tats Sex, smoke, sweat, relapse Light a cig after, run that back (run that back)

rap, Dark, sultry trap beat at a slow strip-club tempo; heavy sub bass, sharp hi-hats, and eerie bell melodies. Female vocals with a husky, confident tone; doubled hooks and whispered ad-libs in the sides. Verses stay tight and menacing, hook explodes with layered chants and low-octave backing. Occasional filtered drop-outs before bar-heavy lines, then full beat slam back for maximum impact., seductive

Glocks Blunts Stacks