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Glocks and Chips
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Glocks and Chips was released on July 10, 2026 by Rich Together Ent Solitary Muzik Slingerz Records Collins Close Records Bankroller Ent Char as a part of the album Glocks and Chips - Single
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Skippa
Skippa
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tahjay Clarke
Tahjay Clarke
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Solitary Muzik
Solitary Muzik
Producer
Rich Together Ent
Rich Together Ent
Producer
Bankroller Ent
Bankroller Ent
Producer
Collins Close Records
Collins Close Records
Producer
Slingerz Records
Slingerz Records
Producer
Chargie Records
Chargie Records
Producer

Lyrics

Swipin' cards and stackin' chips (Yeah), I saw you sinkin' ships
(A daddy badness, again)
Left me standin' in the pourin' rain, now I bought a heavy diamond chain (Oh, my, night, night, night)
My pocket's gettin' thicker, the watch is movin' quicker
No likkle boy inna dancehall man
A evil, we evil bwoy, yah man
Money talk is much louder now
But I can't sleep through the night (Nighttime!), can't sleep through the night (Fully 666)
Nuh likkle batty bwoy
Still seein' your face in the glass
Knock it pon a 6ix
Why do you call when you're short on cash?
Brr, pah, pah, check e stats
Can't sleep through the night
I'm losin' my mind tonight
Because a murda, murda pon mi mind
Dutty 15 mi full it up a dollar coin
'Cause a murda, murda pon mi mind
Knock it pon a 6ix, mi dawg a fully nighttime
Yo, YG, dem bwoy ya prom push same flow
Waste man, yuh need fi change yuh songbook
Murda bwoy constant, CTOC nuh stop look
Come a chase 'bout gyal, memba yuh mother a hotfoot
Inna yuh face e Glock puke
Tek time, e Benz fly fast
Pon e hot file mi rise wah bomb
Gyal a get wild she love scammer man
Charge inna headside wake, Susan
'Cause a mi richer than a artist a never song dweet
Money a the target, dat's why mi start thief
No budget badness, nuh pussy compete
Been a pree fi go scam when yuh deh a track meet, shoulda tun a athlete
Mi too lit, so mek we cool it a bit
Mi head mad, another coupe ago liff e food land
Kill him dead, a good gyal mi know the fool regret it
Malie Donn him breed two likkle bitch, dat sad
Know this kinda fuck up so mi a tek it smooth
A tell yuh weh yuh mada do when you a wuk pon school
She just a hustle fi the rent, she affi suck pon broom
How yuh feel yuh get e new track shoes (Ah, G)
Goon pon e jack, a Tennessee
Dawg, who dem a chat? A coulda me?
Atto dem a nyam yuh food pussyole and yuh nuh zeet
Drop a bagga chune just fi get a GLE
And mi nuh know dawg a who a boost dem
Only thing mi know bout 6ix, a just a bagga dead fren
Wild and grimy, nuh weave inna head
Only ting mi know the Glock clip a extend
So mek mi gi yuh sumn fi go sing bout since yuh stale out
Go sing bout the gyal weh yuh rape dung a Barbados
Nighttime run e place, tornado
Glocks pon Glocks plus Draco
Come a pose like yuh bad, yuh nuh stay suh
9-ball a fly through yuh fake clothes
Murda, murda pon mi mind
Dutty 15 mi full it up a dollar coin
'Cause a murda, murda pon mi mind
Knock it pon a 6ix, mi dawg a fully nighttime
Yo YG, dem bwoy ya prom push same flow
Waste man, yuh need fi change yuh songbook
Murda bwoy constant, CTOC nuh stop look
Come a chase 'bout gyal, memba yuh mother a hotfoot
Inna yuh face e Glock puke
Gold rings on my fingers
Stop batty up e war, yute
Still, your perfume lingers (It lingers)
Empty bottles and bigger banks
Nighttime
One daddy badness
Givin' nobody any thanks
Not the money (Ayy, ayy), not the fame
Not the jewelry (Not the jewelry)
But I can't sleep through the night, can't sleep through the night (Ah)
Written by: Tahjay Clarke
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