Glokey – Coffin? “Haagen-Dazs” Lyrics

Gimmie the keys to the coupe, Imma pull out
Gimmie the keys and I'm bouta go pullout
Häagen-Dazs
Gimmie the keys to the coupe, Imma pull out
Imma pull out, baby girl you know I pull out
Gimmie the keys to the coupe and I
Gimmie the keys to the coupe, Imma pull out
Not doing traffic, I'm taking the back route
Skrting off, boy I slid to the hideout
I lurk in the dark, like a night owl
She soakin', I told her use my towl
If she stroakin', I'm fuckin her right now
When I'm doggin', she might as well lie down
Hello guys, my name is Glokey
Run up the bag, man I need me a trophy
Baby face got me feeling like Mosey
I'm still gon' stroke her and poke her like ponys
Ha, just take a nap
Raffy Taffy back with silly raps
I'm down bad, arrow to the knee
But realistically, it was just the gas
Whippin' the coupe, love the dash
Shit got me loopy, off the dabs
I'm takin a poopy on yo ass
Tell that boy to stop cooking, niggas trash
Get with me before I blow up
He f*ck with the set, got his ass tore up
Tryna take the boys on a big tour bus
With a few mean mugs inside our cups
Cut it chuck, we dont give two fucks
Living clover, guess Glo got luck
He be dick riding, waddle like a duck
He a chicken nigga, call that punk a cluck
Scared as hell, lookin shook as f*ck
This def not ya kind of party, bruh
Anal beads like It's Mardi Gras
Vanilla baby like some Häagen-Dazs
Vanilla baby like some Häagen-Dazs