Ehhthang Ehhthang Album Lyrics by Glorilla

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Yeah Glo!

Glorilla (Squat made the beat)
(B100)
(Go Grizz)
On the gang, gang
On the gang, gang
Woo

Yeah, run up on big Glo, you won't, I bet yo' ass be on the floor
Big Carbon hit like Mayweather, Tula come through and bow a ho
Got millions out that rap shit, they hate a bitch but they stole the flow
Got backend after backend comin', f*ck 'em, I stole the show
Don't run up on that bitch, she a headcase, all she do is shoot
I signed my deal up on a PJ and hopped out a parachute
I'm geeked, don't ask me 'bout no more features, I might just stare at you
I'm geeked, don't ask me 'bout no more features, I might embarrass you

Yeah, Glo! Stomp a lil' pussy ho with some shell toes
Yeah, Glo! Slappin' rap bitches and makin' bail, ho
Yeah, Glo! Two-tone Cartier match the nails, ho
Yeah, Glo! No competition, these bitches stale, ho
Yeah, Glo! Cuban on Cuban, my shit in layers, ho
Yeah, Glo! Say they get money, but I can't tell, ho
Yeah, Glo! Keep runnin' circles around these snail hoes
Yeah, Glo! And my shit bumpin' up in the jail, ho (on the gang)

Big Glo, where you been at? Man, everywhere, I'm workin' hard
Maybach and G-Wagon trucks, got M&M's in my garage
Quick to crank up on a ho, you bitches better not get me started
Locked in with the gangstas and players, my folks gon' keep it solid
Everything I got on new, it look like I got renovated (ayy)
I'm cocky, bitch, when I was just humble they didn't appreciate it (f*ck 'em)
Young wealthy and ratchet, I'm the hood bitches' motivation (stamp that)
On top of the world now, they tried to underestimate me
Get 'em Glo! Them bitches fraudulent, you know you the truth
Get 'em Glo! Stop overthinkin', these hoes can't f*ck with you (period)
Get 'em Glo! Standin' on business in these Chanel shoes
Before I let a ho play with me, I'll go eat some jail food, on gang

Yeah, Glo! Stomp a lil' pussy ho with some shell toes
Yeah, Glo! Slappin' rap bitches and makin' bail, ho
Yeah, Glo! Two-tone Cartier match the nails, ho
Yeah, Glo! No competition, these bitches stale, ho
Yeah, Glo! Cuban on Cuban, my shit in layers, ho
Yeah, Glo! Say they get money, but I can't tell, ho
Yeah, Glo! Keep runnin' circles around these snail hoes
Yeah, Glo! And my shit bumpin' up in the jail, ho (on the gang)

Yeah, Glo!
Yeah, Glo!

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All Dere

Make that ass clap, make it snap, talk to me now
Make that ass smack when I slap, talk to me now (Lilah on the beat, yo)
Make that ass clap, make it snap
Make-make-make-make that ass clap, make it snap, talk to me now

Bitch, it's all there
Woo, woo, woo, woo, ass everywhere
Hey, hey, hey, hey, shawty thick as hell
Boaw, boaw, boaw, boaw, shit, I might as well
Go, go, go, it's all there
Woo, woo, woo, woo, nigga, it's all there
Hey, hey, hey, hey, it's all there
Boaw, boaw, boaw, boaw, bitch, it's all there

Ass like the sun, make it clap or some'
She deserve some hundreds, not no motherf*cking ones
Ring on her tongue, she like having fun
That ain't no BBL, baby, where you get that from?
Is it from your moms? Is it from your aunt?
Is it from the squats? You got peaches, not no plums
Booty going dumb, make it clap some more
I want all the bad bitches twerking on the floor (woo)

Bitch, it's all there
Woo, woo, woo, woo, ass everywhere
Hey, hey, hey, hey, shawty thick as hell
Boaw, boaw, boaw, boaw, shit, I might as well
Go, go, go, it's all there
Woo, woo, woo, woo, nigga, it's all there
Hey, hey, hey, hey, it's all there
Boaw, boaw, boaw, boaw, bitch, it's all there (it's all there)

Throw it back 'til my legs lock, that's the best part (part)
Eat it first, that's a head start, catchin' every drop (uh)
How she wobblin', wigglin' on me got my junt hard
It look so good, she had to tell me that's a BBL job (damn)
Uh, uh, uh, throwing dick in this bitch (plenty)
Got potential, need a boost, I'm finna trick on this bitch
(Spend some lil' shit here)
Long hair, it's all there and that booty meat tatted (boaw)
Bitches that act right get a Patek and latest of fashion
You is the baddest, booty the fattest
Uh, shake that ass, ho, uh, bounce that ass, go
You is the baddest, booty the fattest
Uh, uh, shake that ass, ho, uh, bounce that ass, go

Yeah, booty loose, but the pussy tight (pussy tight)
Ho, don't be ashamed, show that cellulite (show that shit, ho)
He say he got a bitch, I said, "Not tonight" (not tonight)
F*ck yo' baby, mama, nigga, I know how to fight (f*ck you mean?)
My nigga apologized, but he still cheating (f*ck that nigga)
'Bout to pop on that ho and make him feel me (watch this, ho)
Face cute, titties perked and I'm real tatted (fine as hell)
Tell Zeus Network I'm the real baddie (on the gang)

Bitch, it's all there
Woo, woo, woo, woo, ass everywhere
Hey, hey, hey, hey, shawty thick as hell
Boaw, boaw, boaw, boaw, shit, I might as well
Go, go, go, it's all there
Woo, woo, woo, woo, nigga, it's all there
Hey, hey, hey, hey, it's all there
Boaw, boaw, boaw, boaw, bitch, it's all there

Make that ass clap, make it snap, talk to me now
Make that ass smack when I slap, talk to me now
Make that ass clap, make it snap
Make-make-make-make that ass clap, make it snap, talk to me now (yeah)

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

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Nun Of Dem

Glorilla
Man, none of them shit
None of they ass shit, on some, yeah
(This shit goin' 1neWay, the beat go the dumb way)
Yeah

Your nigga, her nigga, my nigga, dub nigga (all 'em)
They nigga, our nigga, don't forget the side niggas (yup)
Rich niggas, thug niggas, Crip niggas, Blood niggas
That's why I don't love niggas, none of them shit (on the gang)
Java nigga, Keshia nigga, Maya nigga, Neshia nigga
Keke nigga, Meshia nigga, none of them shit (nope)
Jayla nigga, Asia nigga, Taylor nigga, Kayla nigga
Better not try to save these niggas, none of them shit (no)
Your nigga, her nigga, my nigga, dub nigga
They nigga, our nigga, don't forget the side niggas (don't forget the side niggas)
Rich niggas, thug niggas, Crip niggas, Blood niggas
That's why I don't love niggas, none of them shit (ain't shit)
Karri nigga, Terica nigga, Brittany nigga, Erica nigga (woo)
Nicky nigga, Vicky nigga, none of them shit (damn)
Tammy nigga, Bri nigga, Karma nigga, Treat nigga
Wannabe-ass P niggas, none of them shit (lame-ass)

(Uh-uh)
Love these niggas, man, I better not (no)
Turnt him to a hothead, burnt his head and made his hair hot (woo)
She tryna go to war about that dick, he gave me headshots (you mad?)
He gon' top me off the rip, I got that nigga in a headlock (goddamn)
(Uh-uh)
I don't think these bitches heard me (nope)
Man, that boy for everybody, that nigga ain't no virgin (duh)
(Uh-uh)
I don't think these bitches heard me (nope)
Man, that boy for everybody, that nigga ain't no virgin (stupid bitch)

Your nigga, her nigga, my nigga, dub nigga
They nigga, our nigga, don't forget the side niggas (don't forget the side niggas)
Rich niggas, thug niggas, Crip niggas, Blood niggas
That's why I don't love niggas, none of them shit (ain't shit)
Karri nigga, Terica nigga, Brittany nigga, Erica nigga (woo)
Nicky nigga, Vicky nigga, none of them shit (damn)
Tammy nigga, Bri nigga, Karma nigga, Treat nigga
Wannabe-ass P niggas, none of them shit (lame-ass) (man, what she say? What she say?)

You get a nigga (you get a nigga)
You get a nigga
You, you, you, it's niggas for everybody, bitch
All us, these niggas for all us, man
All of us, bitch, we can't do shit but send 'em, whore
Look, I need every ho to stop comin' to me as a woman ('cause what the f*ck?)
Period, stop comin', stop comin' to me as a f*ckin' woman 'bout these niggas
All these niggas for all us
That shit dead, that shit lame as hell (they for all us)
On God, these niggas for all us (they everybody nigga)
They everybody nigga
Mine, yours, hers (everybody?), Everybody (just like that?)
For all us, stop playin'
Uh-uh
Yup, yup, yup

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No Bih

(Banger)
(The melody)
(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)

Everything workin', I been in the gym
I can splurge today then pop out with an M
F*ck it, carpe diem, I make 'em motivated
Grammy-nominated, f*ck whoever hatin'
'Cause ain't no bitch in me, nigga, ain't no bitch in me, nigga
Ain't no bitch in me, nigga, ain't no bitch in me, nigga
I see bitch in you niggas, I see bitch in you niggas
I see bitch in you niggas, I see bitch in you niggas

Ain't no bitch in me, nigga, I keep strips on me, nigga
Wafi went in on my diamonds, this ain't Tiffany, nigga
All this money gettin' spent 'cause it ain't shit to me, nigga
Keep yo' two cents to yourself, ho, that ain't making me richer
Bitches hate on me for free, but that's the cost of being beautiful
I can't beef with you broke bitches, I can pay for your funeral
Got some niggas in the field that shoot from Memphis to Tunica
So don't hop up in this smoke if it ain't got shit to do with ya, on the gang

Everything workin', I been in the gym
I can splurge today then pop out with an M
F*ck it, carpe diem, I make 'em motivated
Grammy-nominated, f*ck whoever hatin'
'Cause ain't no bitch in me, nigga, ain't no bitch in me, nigga
Ain't no bitch in me, nigga, ain't no bitch in me, nigga
I see bitch in you niggas, I see bitch in you niggas
I see bitch in you niggas, I see bitch in you niggas

Just like the 40-Year-Old Virgin, I ain't never been pussy
And on the internet the only time you bitches be bullies
Might give these niggas to these hoes, but they don't never get tooken
Might gangster walk me a ho down and make that bitch get to jookin'
I might just stomp her ass (stomp that ho)
Pull up and slump her ass (slump that ho)
These bitches 'round me ain't gon' watch, we might just jump her ass
We might just jump that ho
I might just stomp her ass (stomp that ho)
Pull up and slump her ass (slump that ho)
These bitches round me ain't gon' watch, we might just jump her ass
We might just jump that ho

Everything workin', I been in the gym
I can splurge today then pop out with an M
F*ck it, carpe diem, I make 'em motivated
Grammy-nominated, f*ck whoever hatin'
'Cause ain't no bitch in me, nigga, ain't no bitch in me, nigga
Ain't no bitch in me, nigga, ain't no bitch in me, nigga
I see bitch in you niggas, I see bitch in you niggas
I see bitch in you niggas, I see bitch in you niggas

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Wanna Be

Glorilla
Real hot girl shit (AceC, turn that heat up, nigga)
On the gang, gang, on the gang, gang
Ah

He in love wit' Glo never got the cookie but got my name tatted
Killer where? Don't know who he killed, I heard that man ratted (damn)
Never full, when it's time to eat I be his main platter
Nyc, New York Fashion Week, Tommy Hill jacket
Tell these hoes to stay dangerous 'cause nan one of they niggas safe (nah)
My nigga say he faithful, I still got a few hoes just in case (got too)
I can't lie, I used to simp so hard but them my old ways
It's three hundred sixty-five days in a year
Couldn't play with me on none of them days (woo)
F*ckin' ass freaky nigga (ugh)
Don't even wear no condoms (freaky-ass)
Don't know how to treat a lady (the f*ck?)
I oughta smack your mama (bitch)
Pussy wet, good-ass neck (that's me), so I talk how I wanna
Save a nigga, who, bitch? Do I look like f*ckin' Superwoman? (On the gang)

He don't wanna be saved, don't save him
That is not my nigga, don't claim him
'Bout twenty missed calls, he faded
White boy wasted, Channing Tatum
He don't wanna be kept, don't keep him
He don't want the baby, then, bitch, don't keep it, ho
I don't get left, I'm a leaver (real hot girl shit)
Hoes love me like Justin Bieber (ay)

I'm the B-A-D-D-E-S-T (ah)
Same hoes hatin' used to wanna be besties (besties)
You can get your wig turned like Effie (like Effie)
I don't need insurance 'cause a bitch can't wreck me (baow, baow)
Ready, whole night I'm comin' like Freddy (like Freddy)
I'm mother, and you know my trick is your daddy (your daddy)
Clock that tea, bitch, catch it
You look like a discount me on Etsy (ya)
I'm the female titan, I'm steppin' on bitches
I'm showin' my titties, I tore up the city
A P-I-M-P, I be hoein' these niggas
He run back to me 'cause you borin' a nigga (borin' a nigga)
F*ck is a layover? I ain't waitin' (I ain't waitin')
I get the bag then I change destinations (yeah)
These niggas be crazy, I don't blame 'em
I'm a dog too, I don't wanna change him

He don't wanna be saved, don't save him (Save him)
That is not my nigga, don't claim him (yeah)
'Bout twenty missed calls, he faded (yeah, yeah)
White boy wasted, Channing Tatum (yeahh, Channing Tatum)
I don't wanna be saved, don't save me (Save me)
You for everybody, nigga, don't claim me (Don't claim me)
Hate a nigga tryna tell me what to do
You ain't my daddy, I'm not your baby (Not your baby)

He don't wanna be saved, don't save him
That is not my nigga, don't claim him
'Bout twenty missed calls, he faded
White boy wasted, Channing Tatum
He don't wanna be kept, don't keep him
He don't want the baby, then bitch, don't keep it, ho
I don't get left, I'm a leaver
Hoes love me like Justin Bieber (ah)

Go, Meg, go, Meg (baow)
Go, Meg (baow), go, Meg (baow)
Go, Meg (baow), go, Meg (baow)
Go, Meg (ah)
Get 'em Glo (ayy), get 'em Glo (huh)
Get 'em Glo (woo), get 'em Glo (hey)
Get 'em Glo (huh), get 'em Glo (woo)
Get 'em Glo (yeah), get 'em Glo (on the gang, gang)
F*ck you mean? Y'all know what the f*ck goin' on, huh, huh
On the gang, gang, on the gang, gang

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Opp Shit

(Ace, turn that heat up, nigga)

F*cking with this opp nigga (opp nigga)
My cousin smoked his brother
Locked in with a nigga that (that what?)
I ain't got no business f*cking
Ducking off in 'BnBs (why?)
We can't be seen in public
F*cking with this opp nigga (what the f*ck?)
And I think I love him
F*cking with this opp nigga (opp nigga)
My cousin smoked his brother
Locked in with a nigga that (that what?)
I ain't got no business f*cking
Ducking off in 'BnBs (why?)
We can't be seen in public
F*cking with this opp nigga (what the f*ck?)
And I think I love him

Riding with this opp nigga (opp nigga)
Knowing if cuh nem see this car, I might get popped with ya
I know all yo' spots and loads, but I won't drop, nigga (I won't do that)
He give me racks and send me roses, my lil' hot nigga (woo)
But he a opp nigga (woo, uh)
Meet up only on his side of town when we f*ck around
Quick link up, he flew me outta town just to buss me down (ice)
Yeah, I put it on him for that Rolly, this shit on the ground
Don't hit my line, just send me a text they not around
See him out in clubs, I shoot birds and go the other way
When cuh nem go and spin, I just pray that they don't hit my bae
Text his phone like, "Bae, I know you sliding, but stay out the way" (nah, for real)
Told him to stay dangerous, niggas on that, they don't play it safe (on the gang)

F*cking with this opp nigga (opp nigga)
My cousin smoked his brother
Locked in with a nigga that (that what?)
I ain't got no business f*cking
Ducking off in 'BnBs (why?)
We can't be seen in public
F*cking with this opp nigga (what the f*ck?)
And I think I love him
F*cking with this opp nigga (opp nigga)
My cousin smoked his brother
Locked in with a nigga that (that what?)
I ain't got no business f*cking
Ducking off in 'BnBs (why?)
We can't be seen in public
F*cking with this opp nigga (what the f*ck?)
And I think I love him

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Aite

(Give me a beat, Jay)
(Aus in the spot) hey

I got money for my wants and needs but (my wants and my needs)
On this road, shit get lonely, yeah (shit get lonely, yeah)
Am I surrounded by the right folks?
And, nah, I ain't aight but everything gon' be aight though
But it feels like the walls cavin' in (walls cavin' in)
And my heart hurtin' so I'm playin' pretend (playin' pretend)
That shit hurt my soul, got me walkin' on a tight rope (tight rope, woo, woo)
Nah, I ain't aight but everything gon' be aight though (on the gang, gang)

That independent shit be cool but you be needin' people
Can't judge a book just by the cover, I be readin' people
I'm not the type to clear up rumors, just believe them people
And my existence killin' bitches, yeah, I breathe illegal
In love a crazy place to be, I don't be tryin' to go there
And doin' right by a nigga ain't never got me nowhere (facts)
I walked past the mirror, f*cked around and seen a G.O.a.t (that's me)
They said they had my back, I turned around and seen a ghost (the f*ck?)
Damn near start beefin' with your day ones if you tell them, "No" (On God)
What about the times that I said, "Yeah", you lil' ungrateful ho
Damn (crazy)
And that just goes to show
If shit ain't genuine, the f*ck is you around me for? (For real)
Kicked down the door and then got in the game like, "Pardon me" (pardon me)
Looked up to the sky, the only star I saw was me (me)
They wish they held me down, now they can't get a hold of me
Ain't tryna come off as too cocky but that's how it's 'posed to be, on gang

I got money for my wants and needs but (my wants and my needs)
On this road, shit get lonely, yeah (shit get lonely, yeah)
Am I surrounded by the right folks?
And, nah, I ain't aight but everything gon' be aight though
But it feels like the walls cavin' in (walls cavin' in)
And my heart hurtin' so I'm playin' pretend (playin' pretend)
That shit hurt my soul, got me walkin' on a tight rope (tight rope)
Nah, I ain't aight but everything gon' be aight though (woo)

I looked in the mirror and seen my only competition
Indeed couldn't even get a ho to fill in my position (nah for real)
Got no regrets but I can't lie, I got a couple wishes
For one, I wish I never met you maggot-ass niggas
It be so painful askin' folks for shit, it hurt my pride
And I be fightin' some tough ass battles but still be outside
Learned to forgive people even if they don't apologize
And it might come off as weak but I just wanted peace of mind
Industry niggas wanna f*ck, that's it, they ain't on shit (shit)
Only let two of 'em hit, both of 'em had a bitch
Damn, niggas really ain't shit (on God)
But they be lookin' so in love on all them IG pics (woo)
No cap, I was a black sheep, thank the Lord, He was my shepperd
She tried to do it like me, gave the ho an "E" for effort (she tried)
I just pray one day the bad bitches would come together
'Cause Cardi and Nicki on a track would break some f*ckin' records
Me and JT ain't the best of friends but we ain't beefin'
Know bitches always havin' ana' that they keep a secret (for real)
Forever clappin' for the next bitch, I ain't competin' (never)
Pop your shit, bitch (pop it)
Turn up on them people (go)
They treat this shit like competition, I see it as art
Shit'll be platinum in the hood but it won't see the charts
I'm in a love-hate relationship with my damn heart
So I go with my mind right now, I gotta play it smart
Don't follow trends and I don't do the shit everybody do (facts)
Know I'm the shit, I'm the bitch they compare everybody to
Nah, for real, I take this shit as a compliment
Like I feel like I'm that bitch for sure
Like they feelin' my campaign, you feel me?

I got money for my wants and needs but (my wants and my needs)
On this road, shit get lonely, yeah (shit get lonely, yeah)
Am I surrounded by the right folks?
And, nah, I ain't aight but everything gon' be aight though
But it feels like the walls cavin' in (walls cavin' in)
And my heart hurtin' so I'm playin' pretend (playin' pretend)
That shit hurt my soul, got me walkin' on a tight rope (tight rope)
Nah, I ain't aight but everything gon' be aight though

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Bad Bih 4 Ya

Woo, woo
On the gang, gang (Goliath the goat, baby)
For bad bitches only (hey)

Sh-shawty something bad and she red like my favorite color
Gangsta-ass bitch, something ratchet, she come from the gutter
Shawty ain't a lame, she on game, get it from her brother
She thick from the front, natural junt, got it from her mother
Uh, that's a bad bitch for ya
Red bitch with long hair, that's a bad bitch for ya
White teeth, French tip nails, that's a bad bitch for ya
Only listen when you paying the bills, that's a bad bitch for ya

Glorilla
Middle fingers to my haters, all you bitches jealous (f*ck y'all)
Been knew I was that bitch, I didn't need a man to tell me (the f*ck)
Crop tops in the wintertime, showing off my flat-ass belly (um)
Gotta watch my back though
All these f*ck niggas wanna get me pregnant (on God)
I'm so damn fine, I don't mean to brag or nothing (I'm just saying)
Nah, f*ck that, to be honest, I don't brag enough (pop your shit)
I like to flirt 'cause I be bored and that shit fun as f*ck (nah for real)
He text and said he falling for me, I replied, "That's tough" (ugh)
I be where the money at, let them tell it, I be hiding
Real bitches move in silence like the S inside of island
Fresher than a salad, I be dressing like a Thousand Islands
Whatever bitches think they be on, I be on that times a thousand

Sh-shawty something bad and she red like my favorite color
Gangsta-ass bitch, something ratchet, she come from the gutter
Shawty ain't a lame, she on game, get it from her brother
She thick from the front, natural junt, got it from her mother
Uh, that's a bad bitch for ya
Red bitch with long hair, that's a bad bitch for ya
White teeth, French tip nails, that's a bad bitch for ya
Only listen when you paying the bills, that's a bad bitch for ya (Richey Rich, uh)

Said I'll never f*ck no rapper bitch now I'm feeling like I don't know
I'll f*ck like a slave master
Country nigga, I'm straight from Talleyho (come here, ho)
Seven hundred fifty cash money what I had when I walked in the door (ya dig me?)
Ain't trying to lead you on
But I'm trying to tell ya, Boston Richey go them goals
Post up like a totem pole (yeah), boy, stop playing I don't know them hoes
Pay ya rent, talking pay ya car note bill and buy some clothes
Boston Richie done ran up seven Ms and still gone trap some Os
Flood that bitch with these brand new hundreds
I'll teach a nigga how to trap a ho (ya dig?)
I can smell that bullshit through the wind but I got a trapper nose
Spend that money, I make it do what it do, I bet them smackers know
Trying to play it cool on some rapper shit but I'm tryna play it close
I just text Dank said, "If Glo want me, I'ma get an AP two-tone" (talk to me, Richey)

Sh-shawty something bad and she red like my favorite color
Gangsta-ass bitch, something ratchet, she come from the gutter
Shawty ain't a lame, she on game, get it from her brother
She thick from the front, natural junt, got it from her mother
Uh, that's a bad bitch for ya
Red bitch with long hair, that's a bad bitch for ya
White teeth, French tip nails, that's a bad bitch for ya
Only listen when you paying the bills, that's a bad bitch for ya

(Goliath the goat, baby)

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Finesse Da Glo

2' of em
(d.a. got that dope)

I don't do the friends (don't call me your friend)
I don't do the buddies (I am not your buddy)
Don't need you to cook, don't need you to clean
Pull up, we f*cking (pull up and get out of here, gone)
I pour a fo' in a peach Arizona (a fo')
I hit her raw and got caught in the moment (oops)
I got her saying she love me
Bitchh, ow you love me and don't even know me? (Yeah)
Bought her some Maison Margiela
And now I can f*ck her whenever (whenever I want her)
Speed up on the addy, slow it down on the Tesla (this a Percocet 30)
I'm looking through the Bulgari, sorry, but I can tell you 'flaugin (you cap)
Like free Black Haven, free Big Larry (they fed), they really was mobbin' (mobbin')
F*ck a vouch (f*ck that), break them fifties out, f*ck a house
Hit my man (boom), all you see is shells jumping out (jumping out)
We the Klan (carry nation), I don't f*ck with niggas, KKK (KKK)
And if it wasn't for choppers, man, I probably wouldn't be here today (like, huh)

Get your ho
And tell her to pipe down with her lil' ugly ass (bitch)
Let's go stack for stack
Not body for body with your little f*ckin' ass (huh)
I ain't bothering nobody
If they throwing shots, you know that I'm busting back (bup, bup, bup)
He thinking he doing something 'til I turn around then just get to f*cking back
I know you watching
Like some pictures since you lurking (ay)
Raw as hell, gotta come see it person (come here)
It's that Leo in me
I don't want you, I'm just flirting
Bitch, we get shit done
We not post it but we working, on the gang

Ok, your bitch want me (don't it?)
You caught her liking all my pics and you was sick wasn't it? (Huh)
Why you keep blowing up my phone?
You want some dick, don't it? (I know it)
The way she made her pussy squirt, I thought she pissed on me
Goddamn, yo' pussy wet
Ok, I lost the ho (what happened?)
But knocked two mo' hoes the same day (two times)
Favoritism? (ooh)
I treat all hoes the same way (the same way)
They say I'm a trick? (Never)
Ho a lie ain't shit to tell (tell)
You been selling pussy ten years
And you still broke as hell (that's crazy)

The whole clique want me
But tell the store runners move over I want the big homie (get at me)
This pussy tight, he like the way that lil' junt grip on it (this pressure)
Ay, this the shit that make you wanna leave yo' bitch, don't it?
(I know it, oowee she gon' be sick)
Confidence through the roof (on God)
They say I'm cocky, I just know I'm fine
Can't go for nun (nathan)
They ass gon' have me f*cked up every time
Say I'm a ho? (Say what?)
Nigga just mad 'cause he ain't f*ck yet
Been in my DMs seven years and still ain't had no luck yet (on the gang)

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High AF

On the gang, gang
I be high as f*ck (Mike Mixer in the building)
I be high as f*ck
On the gang, gang

I be high as f*ck, I be high as f*ck (high as f*ck)
My nigga on that drank, I'm on Taylor Port (Taylor Port)
I be high as f*ck, I be high as f*ck (high as f*ck)
F*cking with them drugs, I be high as f*ck (high as f*ck)
I be high as f*ck, I be high as f*ck (high as f*ck, bitch)
I be high as f*ck, I be high as f*ck (high as f*ck, ho)
I be high as f*ck, I be high as f*ck (high as f*ck, motherf*cker)
I be high as f*ck, I be high as f*ck (on the gang)

Smoking Za, I like da taste, I don't smoke no vape (nah, nah)
Soon as I land in LA, Aaron get me straight (tradition)
One time I got so goddamn high I thought that I was laced (what the hell?)
I'm talking 'bout so damn high I woke up high the next day (damn)
I'm rolling out the bo, remember copping 8s (remember copping 8s)
You ain't got no weed to match? Smoke this in yo' face (straight to the face)
Drunk as f*ck, mixing Taylor Port with Ace of Spades (I'm on that)
Ain't chasing niggas, liquor only thing I chase, the f*ck? (Let's go)

I be high as f*ck, I be high as f*ck (high as f*ck)
My nigga on that drank, I'm on Taylor Port (Taylor Port)
I be high as f*ck, I be high as f*ck (high as f*ck)
F*cking with them drugs, I be high as f*ck (high as f*ck)
I be high as f*ck, I be high as f*ck (high as f*ck, bitch)
I be high as f*ck, I be high as f*ck (high as f*ck, ho)
I be high as f*ck, I be high as f*ck (high as f*ck, motherf*cker)
I be high as f*ck, I be high as f*ck

I'm high, I'm drunk
And now I wanna f*ck (on God)
Feeling like a slut, I'm 'bout to turn my nigga up (let's go)
He on his level too, he prolly tear my lil' ass up (yes)
Done popped that f*cking Perc, he taking too damn long to nut (goddamn)
Weed (Za), trees (ah), blowing through these leaves
I just got the munchies, did the dash to Dixie Queen (skrrt, skrrt)
This shit breaking down with ease, you ain't gone see a seed (uh, uh)
Said that I quit smoke like Snoop and they dumb ass believed

I be high as f*ck, I be high as f*ck (high as f*ck)
My nigga on that drank, I'm on Taylor Port (Taylor Port)
I be high as f*ck, I be high as f*ck (high as f*ck)
F*cking with them drugs, I be high as f*ck (high as f*ck)
I be high as f*ck, I be high as f*ck (high as f*ck, bitch)
I be high as f*ck, I be high as f*ck (high as f*ck, ho)
I be high as f*ck, I be high as f*ck (high as f*ck, motherf*cker)
I be high as f*ck, I be high as f*ck (on the gang)

High as f*ck
High as f*ck

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GMFU

Bad lil' bitch, I'm from the south
If you let me
I'ma show you how a Memphis ho get down (AceC, turn that heat up, nigga)
Facts, ay, on the gang, gang
GloRilla, woo, uh

First off, let me introduce myself, bitch, I'm her
I'm here to tell you bitches now that y'all got me f*cked up
Bitches got me f*cked up
Man, I swear to f*cking God
I put this on my momma, you hoes got me f*cked up
Woo, he got me f*cked up, she got me f*cked up
You, they, them, whole world got me f*cked up
Whole world got me f*cked up
I swear they got me f*cked up
I put this on the gang, bitches got me f*cked up

Tired of people playing with me
Why y'all think this shit a game?
I let y'all do this shit too long and I'm the only one to blame
Young, turnt, fly bitch, took off on 'em like a plane
Feeling like Birdman, put respect up on my name
I'm the one that's on they head, why they think they got the crown?
Why you post that fine-ass nigga? Know I probably take him down
Square-ass bitches talking shit, mad that they can't come around
Ho, why the f*ck Twitter and Instagram yo' only damn accounts?
Huh? Ho

Bad lil' bitch, I'm from the south
If you let me, I'ma show you how a Memphis ho get down
Facts, yeah
Forever keeping this shit P
In my eyes, bitch, I'm the one and I'm the only one I see (uh)

First off, let me introduce myself, bitch, I'm her
I'm here to tell you bitches now that y'all got me f*cked up
Bitches got me f*cked up
Man, I swear to f*cking God
I put this on my momma, you hoes got me f*cked up
Woo, he got me f*cked up, she got me f*cked up
You, they, them, whole world got me f*cked up
Whole world got me f*cked up
I swear they got me f*cked up
I put this on the gang, bitches got me f*cked up

Tired of people playing with me
Bitches got me f*cked up
Tired of people playing with me
Man, I swear to f*cking God
Tired of people playing with me
Bitches got me f*cked up
Tired of people playing with me
Whole world got me f*cked up
On the gang, gang

I don't know right the day I got the exact answer
what, you know what, what I do at the end
What I do know is this
we come out on top
I do know we come out on top, I do know that we not one of the
One of the stories of
You know, what they had and could've been and
You know what I'm sayin' and how they fumbled the ball
This absolutely not this (this absolutely not this)
On the gang, gang

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In Dat Mode

(Go Grizzly)
It's big Glo, the biggest Glo
And don't shit get bigger than that, bitch
You feel me?

Ridin' in a fast car, smokin', thinkin' 'bout my life
You helped me out when I coudn't help myself, I love you more than life
Count me out, they must ain't good at math 'cause they ain't countin' right
You shitted on me at my lowest, you know I still owe you, right?
Ain't nothin' in this world free
And playin' with me might cost your life
I'm really eatin' these bitches up, all the f*ck they doin' is bite
Got some ratchet hoes, don't play about me, all they do is fight
My lil' nigga ain't no killer, he a hustler, all he shoot is dice
My bills paid, my sauce right, ain't nan nigga have to pay for this (stamp that)
Hustled myself to the top, can't nobody say they gave me shit (facts)
At times I wanna give up, have to remember that I prayed for this (on God)
Lookin' back on all the shit I been through, I was made for this, on gang

Uh, yeah
I'm in that mode
(And you bitches couldn't see me on no day, not even your birthday, bitch)
I'm in that mode
(I'm still hustlin' every day like I ain't havin' this shit)
I'm in that mode
(I came from the struggle for real, I refuse to go back)
I'm in that motherf*ckin' mode

Remember sittin' in the nosebleeds, nobody was on top of me
Now I'm courtside, Ja Morant can pass the ball to me (let me get that)
I'm at the bank more than the house, I'm on my way there now ('bout to pull up)
If you ain't hit since I been rich, that shit don't even count (ha)
If my people say it's f*ck you, I look at you like my enemy
So any ho that kick shit with my opp is not a friend of me
I'll cut anybody off, I don't care if you kin to me
I ain't kissin' no ass, it's f*ck you, we matchin' energy (f*ck you)
And when it come to niggas, I just know my role and play my part
Ain't never puttin' my all in nothin' 'cause I'ma tweak out 'bout my heart
Yup, tweak out 'bout my feelings
Uh, tweak out on these niggas
Ayy, that's why I'm heartless now
Yup, hard on all you niggas, on gang

Uh, yeah
I'm in that mode
(It's payback for all that time I was laid back, they gotta feel me)
I'm in that mode
(And anybody gettin' in the way gettin' stepped on, stamp that)
I'm in that mode
(I'm feelin' like Baby right now, I can't be f*cked with)
I'm in that motherf*ckin' mode

Got a crib in a few cities but I'm Memphis to the heart
Slide the G-Wagon, Lamb or the 'Vette, all my shit push to start (skrrt, skrrt)
In the streets like a yellow line, in the hood like a motor
I'm too cold to be unthawed and too raw to get f*cked over (the f*ck?)
Give my heart to who? I'm bulletproof
Diamonds hit through the hoodie too (ice)
My circle so small, we all could fit in one hula hoop (nah, for real)
What bitch you know jumped off the porch bigger than Glo? I'll wait
If you can make out this shit, I applaud you, bitch, I don't hate (on gang)

Uh, yeah
I'm in that mode (I'm in that mode)
Woo, woo, ayy
I'm in that mode (I'm in that mode)
On the gang, gang, gang
I'm in that mode (I'm in that mode)
Ooh-wee
I'm in that motherf*ckin' mode

GloRilla
Ayy, ayy, uh
On the gang, gang

To be continued