Most Likely Up Next (2019)

• Intro
• Steph Curry
• Trust Issues
• GMFU
• My Young Niggas
• Do The Dash
• Turn Up
• Side Niggas (Ice Cream Soda Pop)
• Crazy Story (Remix) 

Intro lyrics - GloRilla

I'm sick as fuck, fuck this shit

Glorilla

(Macaroni made, Macaroni made)

Ballin' like Ginóbili, coolin' with my homies

Some rockin' red, some purple like some codeine

Your nigga wanna know me, bitches think they know me

Say you with the shit, I won't believe it 'til you show me

The only wave I'm ever ridin' is the nigga head

You tryna beef about the nigga? Baby, I just want his bread, ayy

You say you 'bout that life, I wanna see you shake it

And word to all my whoadies, I wanna see you make it

He heard me rap about that wet-wet, now he wanna know how true it is

And tell that nigga if I let him hit it, he gon' be a lunatic

Tell him, "It was nice to know ya," movin' on just like I'm Ludacris

I'ma have him on the bounty tryna find me like a Frigidaire

Rack some shit, keep it pushin', make sure ain't no witness lookin'

Hit the gas, disappear, guess my weed was never here

My gangster nigga with the MAC and my Hoover nigga steady stackin'

My Grape nigga'll get shit crackin', my Piru nigga super jackin'

Ayy, I ain't no killer, but don't push me

Gotta have some dough, lil' nigga, if you want the cookie

Fuck a chorus, hit up Macaroni, send me a no hook beat

Didn't go to college, but I make a grad bitch feel like a rookie

They didn't believe me, now I got these different places tryna book me

And yeah, I make somethin' shake, but none of you bitches ever shook me

Yeah, upgraded to a meal, so now that nigga wanna cook me

Say he don't like takin' chances, but know that that nigga took me

Could be the richest bitch in the game, still gon' need a booster

Or cop a million-dollar cope because I hate them fuckin' Ubers, ayy

Ballin' like Ginóbili, coolin' with my homies

Some rockin' red, some purple like some codeine

Your nigga wanna know me, bitches think they know me

Say you with the shit, I won't believe it 'til you show me

Steph Curry lyrics - GloRilla

What is PTE?

Well, PTE is Pretty Thugz Entertainment

P-R-E-T-T-Y T-H-U-G-Z Entertainment, that's what I mean

But we just be yellin' PTE type shit, you know what I'm sayin'? It's shortened

You know, we be on a lot of thug shit, you know what I'm sayin'

When I say thug, we mean gettin' money, takin' bitches' niggas, fresh as hell, posted up type shit

And you know big bruh 'nem come around and cuh 'nem come around

We be on that big thug shit, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout?

We don't really speak on a lot of shit we be doin' most the time, but we know what goin' on

But when I'm just with my bitches, you know a lot of them bitches pretty as hell, bad as hell

And we stackin' that paper, so you know, we be on that Pretty Thug shit, so yeah

PTE the lituation, bitch (Ayy, shout out Sosa)

Steph Curry, ayy

(Sosa on the beat)

Yeah, bitch, I got that wet-wet, that leave a nigga head wet

He pulled up in his bitch car, now her seats is wet wet

He screw me like a flathead and top me like a headband

He said he wanna sixty-nine, nigga should've said that

Sent him to his bitch like, "Here, you can get your man back"

But he tryna get this head back and he said that your head wack

I took two puffs, then started coughin', call that shit some gas gas

They hate me for no reason, know I got them bitches mad mad

Ooh, come here, you come here

Keep him out the business, let me whisper in your ear

I used to argue with bitches, now I don't even bother with bitches

You need a hundred hoes just to get you crunk, that's why I don't start with you bitches

Fuck a friend, hittin' licks 'til it's bro 'nem, 'cause I won't even ride with you bitches

Keep sayin' what you'd do to me, hoes? I fuck around, rob you bitches

Only breakin' bread with the gang 'cause I used to starve with them bitches

Only pullin' up with the gang 'cause I used to mob with them bitches

Yeah, my favorite player Curry, put you on a jersey

Ex-nigga don't like me, he say I did him dirty

Favorite player Lonzo, ballin' like I'm Lonzo

Top of the damn playoffs, you still in the hunt, though

Yeah, talkin' behind my back, I'm still in the front, though

I'm steady gettin' them hunchos, I need my hunchos pronto

We tote nines like Rondo, high just like a condo

Bro said, "Long as you get your money, turn up, have your fun, though"

Take the R outta pretty, get petty

Weigh one-twenty, but a bitch gettin' heavy

I'm up next and, bitch, I'm ready

And yeah, I meant it if I said it

Them bitches mad, I think they jealous

All these bars, you'd think I'm jailin'

All this green I be inhalin'

All this green, it keep me healthy

All of my niggas done robbed

Some of them niggas stealin' cars

At the time, we wasn't whippin' no card

At the time, we wasn't workin' no job

We was young 'til we got on that mob

And nah, I ain't talkin' no mall

Live by the sword, I'ma die by the sword

Let the revenge of the sword, say it's over

Say love thy neighbor, but you bitches be some haters

I'll be damned if I go out like a ho

I'll be damned, I don't give you bitches smoke

I'll be damned if I don't let them bitches know

That my name Glorilla and I'm steppin' like gorillas

If I ain't, then my name ain't Glo

Patience is key, but I don't really use those

So don't push my buttons, I'll leave your roof gone

I'm bored with this nigga, think I need a new ho

I love my bitches, no room for new hoes

Pull up to the spot with my thots, finna set it off

Clip hold like thirty like Steph Curry, I'ma let it off

Bosses don't talk, check my walk, it'll tell it all

I'm a Pretty Thug, PTE is what I'm yellin', dog

Fuck you mean? Niggas' ass know what goin' on, whole lotta thug shit

PTE, bitch

Glorilla

You hear me?

Yeah

Y'all know what goin' on, real talk

Steph Curry

Swish

Ballin' like I'm Lonzo, ayy

Ballin' like I'm Lonzo

Aha

Trust Issues lyrics - GloRilla

(Macaroni made it)

I got trust issues, that's why I don't trust niggas

'Cause ninety-nine percent of them some fuck niggas

Yeah, I know I got trust issues, that's why I don't trust bitches

They quick to stab you in your back, I'm quick to cut a bitch

I got trust issues, trust is fucked up

Everybody for theyself, I don't know what's up

And any nigga came across me was a buster

And if I call that bitch my friend, I gotta trust her

Yeah, I know I got trust issues

Can't trust no bitch, so I stay to myself

Independent bitch, nigga, fuck your help

When I was down bad, everybody had left

I told 'em 'bout my dream, everybody had slept

I trusted one chick, she had knew all my secrets

Confide in a ho thinkin' that she was gon' keep 'em

Shit got bad, turned on me at my weakest

But I ain't gon' lie, shit cut me the deepest

I ain't got shit for a nigga but a middle finger

Where your ass was at when I used to be a penny pincher?

Niggas be hoes, I don't even want no dealings with you

I don't trust love, so I ain't catchin' feelings with you

And you hoes be slick like Rick, they'll cross you for some dick

Said it was your brother, but you turned around and fucked him

Damn, man, you bitches sick

I got trust issues, that's why I don't trust niggas

'Cause ninety-nine percent of them some fuck niggas

Yeah, I know I got trust issues, that's why I don't trust bitches

They quick to stab you in your back, I'm quick to cut a bitch

I got trust issues, trust is fucked up

Everybody for theyself, I don't know what's up

And any nigga came across me was a buster

And if I call that bitch my friend, I gotta trust her

Yeah, I know I got trust issues

I can't trust you far as I can fuckin' throw you

I'ma throw you off the bus, and I'ma act like I don't know you

Like how you bitches screamin', "Gang," fuckin' with them other hoes too?

They like bros before the hoes, but be fuckin' on your ho too, how that work?

It's something going on in my head

Shit be going good, but I'm on the lookout for the bad

And I ain't never been in love, they be like, "Damn, that shit sad"

'Cause if a nigga play with me, I'm spendin' life up in the feds and that's on me, nigga

I got trust issues, that's why I don't trust niggas

'Cause ninety-nine percent of them some fuck niggas

Yeah, I know I got trust issues, that's why I don't trust bitches

They quick to stab you in your back, I'm quick to cut a bitch

I got trust issues, trust is fucked up

Everybody for theyself, I don't know what's up

And any nigga came across me was a buster

And if I call that bitch my friend, I gotta trust her

Yeah, I know I got trust issues

Yeah

That shit fucked up

Glorilla

GMFU lyrics - GloRilla

[Intro: Glorilla]

Yeah, you bitches got me fucked up, fucked up (With they weak ass)

They know they got Glorilla fucked up (Fuck you mean)

Ayy, Carter (What's up?)

What's up with it, B? (Hah)

(Macaroni made it)

Then what?

[Chorus: Glorilla]

Money, head, clothes and bags

Heard we got some bitches mad

Took her ho, take your man

If I pop my shit, nigga pop them bands

Got me fucked up, got me fucked up

And they let us in the party, they done fucked up

Posted like a thug that got a mug like I was stuck up

Don't fear none of you bitches, better know you gettin' touched up

Thinkin' that we soft, lil' bitch gon' fuck around, get roughed up

Carbon in the party, got the carbine, that bitch tucked up

Got that loud smoke that'll make a nigga hush up

Blow it in his face and tell a nigga ass to puff up

[Verse 1: Glorilla]

They know they got me fucked up, please don't get me pumped up

Unless the money talkin', tell them bitches shut the fuck up

Ho, we know you soft, so why the fuck you actin' tough for?

Turn you to a lick, he brung him up like when he lucked up

And we on that turnt shit, hit the club, we turnt, bitch

Flexin' 'cause I want, just because I earned it

Playin' with this fire, you gon' fuck around, get burnt, bitch

Chopper got a dick, don't fuck around and let that sperm hit, bitch

I ain't never been fucked with, but I'll make a nigga bust quick

I ain't the bitch you wanna fuck with

Just come see what's up with it

Yeah, come try your luck, bitch

Fuck around, get drug

And your nigga that you trust, bitch

I got him right here on the fuck shit

I thought he was in love, bitch

Put Gorilla Glue on him, now he on stuck shit, goddamn

Yeah, you bitches got me fucked up, you niggas got me fucked up too

Don't come for me, lil' bitch, if I didn't motherfuckin' send for you

Gang 'nem get to ridin' like gorillas in the fuckin' zoo

Pull up with that action like Glorilla in the fuckin' coupe

[Chorus: Glorilla]

Money, head, clothes and bags

Heard we got some bitches mad

Took her ho, take your man

If I pop my shit, nigga pop them bands

Got me fucked up, got me fucked up

And they let us in the party, they done fucked up

Posted like a thug that got a mug like I was stuck up

Don't fear none of you bitches, better know you gettin' touched up

Thinkin' that we soft, lil' bitch gon' fuck around, get roughed up

Carbon in the party, got the carbine, that bitch tucked up

Got that loud smoke that'll make a nigga hush up

Blow it in his face and tell a nigga ass to puff up

[Verse 2: K Carbon]

Got a PSA for all you hoes who discuss me

Slime never hidin', so I guess I'm where the opps be

Never lackin' artillery, I'm where the Glocks be

Choppa Gang clean up crew, so, bitch, I'm where the mops be

You a peon, lil' bitch, you don't want no smoke

Don't like none of you bitches, so watch your approach

Quick to clean up your nose

Keep Glo on my side and she rockin' that roll

Body bags and toe tags, we'll do his ass really bad

White chalk and yellow tape, Choppa Gang gon' close the case

No evidence, a cold case, scope the scene and play it safe

Mask up and don't show your face, bitch ever play, she gon' lay

Broke bitches look pissy, they throwin' some shots and they constantly missing

Take off an arm if I feel like she reachin', ho

See me and you bitches speakin', ayy

Got Glocks for opps (Got me fucked up)

CG hit your block (You get touched up)

This shit'll get messy (Ho)

7.62, these lil' bitches, they deadly (Brrt)

Left the scene in a stretcher

He play, so I bless him

Shout out to Dev, my young nigga, he reckless

I'm totin' a carbine, lil' bitch, don't you test me

Come get your nigga the fuck out my messages

[Chorus: Glorilla]

Money, head, clothes and bags

Heard we got some bitches mad

Took her ho, take your man

If I pop my shit, nigga pop them bands

Got me fucked up, got me fucked up

And they let us in the party, they done fucked up

Posted like a thug that got a mug like I was stuck up

Don't fear none of you bitches, better know you gettin' touched up

Thinkin' that we soft, lil' bitch gon' fuck around, get roughed up

Carbon in the party, got the carbine, that bitch tucked up

Got that loud smoke that'll make a nigga hush up

Blow it in his face and tell a nigga ass to puff up

[Outro: Glorilla]

Glorilla

Y'all know what the fuck goin' on

Y'all got me fucked up, for real, though

You bitches, you niggas, all y'all got me fucked up

Fuck wrong with a nigga ass?

My Young Niggas lyrics - GloRilla

I be smokin' dope with my young niggas

Off a flat, I be rollin' with my young niggas

I be posted up with my bitches

I be rollin' up-

Mac Ty

Glorilla

I be smokin' dope with my young niggas

Off a flat, I be rollin' with my young niggas

I be posted up with my bitches

I be rollin' up with my bitches (Macaroni made it)

I be, I be hittin' licks with my young niggas

'Member totin' big sticks with my young niggas

I be gettin' money with my bitches

Lately, I been stuntin' on these bitches

Bitch, I'm Glorilla from the fuckin' zoo, finna pull up with your boo

Where these dudes?

They say they broke the knob, I broke the fuckin' roof

I be posted with my bitches, yeah, and all them bitches bad

You send for me, I'ma send one out to go and take your mask, man, y'all mad

Don't fuck with these niggas, they cap, but they say we got beef

I might slide down your block, leave your ass in the streets

I ain't no killer, but don't play with me

Thirty-two shots in this Glock and I won't skip a beat

I jumped off the porch and I landed on my feet

If I make it, BME, PTE, we gon' eat

Step on these rappers like I'm wearin' cleats

Gotta pay for this dick, ain't no fuckin' for free

We got all these motherfuckin' big-ass choppers

Want smoke, we gon' send you to the doctor

You don't want them bullets flyin', helicopter

Niggas singin', call 'em Phantom of the Opera

Young nigga dead, go dig him up

I might do a show with the semi tucked

You ain't gon' make it, just give it up

I just fucked your bitch, now come pick her up, ayy

Come get your ho, but you better be cautious

Can't hang around Bruces, my gang full of bosses

Play with Glorilla, put you in a coffin

We slidin' in traffic, catch you while you walkin', bitch

We can get this shit poppin' whenever, wherever

Anybody can get it, I pop on whoever

Want smoke, we got heat, bitch, they hot like the devil

You try me, you dead, you get sent to the devil

I don't fight or don't wrestle, I got [?], I'm a presser

This shit top [?], make you bleed through your level

Shoot a chest, get the treasure

Grab a bitch, then I sell her

I ain't red, bitch, I'm yellow

Got cheese like I'm Chester

No more [?] no bitch, [?] my schedule

If you want the smoke, we got Glocks, no Berettas

You say you took somethin', I can't wait 'til I catch you

I'ma do lil' bruh bad, leave him on a stretcher

You know I'm a savage, I'm feelin' like Randy

My nine come in handy, I know they can't stand me

I just want the panties, I'm hot, gotta fan me

You know I'm up next and I put that on mammy

Say you want smoke, we got choppers, no Berettas

Nigga sneeze, wipe his nose, I'ma bless him

Your nigga lackin', better hope the gang don't catch him

Now he dead, gang sent his ass to heaven (R.I.P., nigga)

Ayy, BME, PTE

Glorilla, Mac Ty

Fuck up next, bitch, we up now

Yeah

Pop your shit

Ayy, you know what the fuck goin' on

Pretty Thugz Entertainment, PTE, bitch (Mac Ty)

[?] business, ho

Glorilla

Do The Dash lyrics - GloRilla

Ayy, Lil Longway, pull up on me, fool

Where you at, bruh?

Man, I'm at the spot, come on pull up, do the dash real quick

Aight, bet, I'm on my way, hold up

Aight, bet

Aight

(Macaroni made it)

Do the dash, ho, do the dash, ho

High, high speed, Grand Theft Auto, hit the gas, ho

We don't stop at red lights, we be goin' past those

Switchin' lanes doin' a hundred, damn, I almost crashed, ho

Do the dash, ho, do the dash, ho

Fuck a red light, bitch, I'ma do the dash, ho

You say you want smoke, I'ma hit the gas, ho

Police get behind us, better do the dash, ho

I'ma do the dash, ho, pedal to the gas, ho

Slidin' in a big body, I'm still goin' fast, though

Itty bitty, bitch, I'm litty, ridin' solo through the city

Doin' a hundred, fuck a limit, fuck the cops and fuck a ticket

Nigga, bring them whips out, I love them fuckin' fast cars

And I'ma do the dash in 'em like a fuckin' Nascar

12 get behind me, I'ma do the race like trackstars

And if you ain't down to ride, bitch, get out the damn car

Do the dash, ho, do the dash, ho

High, high speed, Grand Theft Auto, hit the gas, ho

We don't stop at red lights, we be goin' past those

Switchin' lanes doin' a hundred, damn, I almost crashed, ho

Do the dash, ho, do the dash, ho

Fuck a red light, bitch, I'ma do the dash, ho

You say you want smoke, I'ma hit the gas, ho

Police get behind us, better do the dash, ho

I'm in the coupe with a hundred and I'm doin' a hundred

You play, then I'm gon' do one hundred

I'm really dyin' 'bout these chains and change, so you better get you some money

She wanna count all my change and wear all my chains, but I just want head like a bonnet (Come here)

These niggas chasin' the fame and wantin' some clout 'til I leave a hole in 'em like Funyun

Ayy, middle finger to the cops and trigger finger to the opps (Fuck 'em, fuck 'em)

I be steppin' with some Glocks and a backpack with a chop (Ayy, .223)

Sneak diss and you get dropped, pull up slammin' like Bosh

Do the dash in the drop with a mask and a fifty shot

Do the dash, ho, do the dash, ho

High, high speed, Grand Theft Auto, hit the gas, ho

We don't stop at red lights, we be goin' past those

Switchin' lanes doin' a hundred, damn, I almost crashed, ho

Do the dash, ho, do the dash, ho

Fuck a red light, bitch, I'ma do the dash, ho

You say you want smoke, I'ma hit the gas, ho

Police get behind us, better do the dash, ho

Turn Up lyrics - GloRilla

Ayy

Glorilla

Ayy

We finna turn up, no cap

I mean, you wanna fight? We can fight, wanna shoot? We can shoot

Just let me know what's up

Fuck you mean? (Macaroni made it)

Turn up (Ayy), turn up (Ayy), turn up (Ayy), turn up (Ayy)

Turn up (Ayy), turn up (Ayy), turn up (Ayy), turn up (Ayy)

Turn up (Ayy), turn up (Ayy), turn up (Ayy), turn up (Ayy)

Turn up (Ayy), turn up (Ayy), ayy (I'm finna come in like this)

Man, this shit so bumpin'

No one-on-ones, we jumpin'

My bitches come through thumpin'

My niggas come through dumpin'

Glorilla come through stompin' (Glorilla)

An ape to you lil' monkeys

I pray these hoes don't act up

Gon' get snatched up out her bundles (Stupid bitch)

'Cause this ain't none of that (This ain't none of that)

Get your frontal snatched (Get your frontal snatched)

I try to drop that nigga (What?)

But he keep comin' back (Yeah)

Yeah, we the turn up clique (We the turn up clique)

We on some turn up shit (Turn up shit)

I told them hoes be cool (Be cool)

They don't wanna burn a bitch (Ayy)

Turn up (Ayy), turn up (Ayy), turn up (Ayy), turn up (Ayy)

Turn up (Ayy), turn up (Ayy), turn up (Ayy), turn up (Ayy)

Turn up (Ayy), turn up (Ayy), turn up (Ayy), turn up (Ayy)

Turn up (Ayy), turn up (Ayy), ayy, ayy

We finna turn up (Ayy), turn up (Ayy), turn up (Ayy), turn up (Ayy)

Turn up (Ayy), turn up (Ayy), turn up (Ayy), turn up (Ayy)

Turn up (Ayy), turn up (Ayy), turn up (Ayy), turn up (Ayy)

Turn up (Ayy), turn up (Ayy), ayy

Say you the gang, oh, well, I'm gangin' too (I'm gangin' too)

Thuggin' like I'm Gangsta Boo (I'm Gangsta Boo)

My niggas, they be boolin'

Got some bitches that be bangin' too (Gang)

Say turn up, we the turn up crew

Got heat just like the furnace do (Lil' bitch)

Money be the topic, so these convos ain't concernin' you (Be quiet)

Pipe down, lil' nigga, you too lame (Too lame)

I'm still the same bitch with a new name (Glorilla)

PTE my crew now (Ayy)

This chopper got kick like Liu Kang

Put some titties on it like 2 Chainz (Tity Boi)

Big C-notes like Blueface (Like Blueface)

Hit the interstate drivin' two lanes (Two lanes)

I'm in a nigga mouth like toothpase (Like toothpaste)

Turn up (Ayy), turn up (Ayy), turn up (Ayy), turn up (Ayy)

Turn up (Ayy), turn up (Ayy), turn up (Ayy), turn up (Ayy)

Turn up (Ayy), turn up (Ayy), turn up (Ayy), turn up (Ayy)

Turn up (Ayy), turn up (Ayy), ayy, ayy

We finna turn up (Ayy), turn up (Ayy), turn up (Ayy), turn up (Ayy)

Turn up (Ayy), turn up (Ayy), turn up (Ayy), turn up (Ayy)

Turn up (Ayy), turn up (Ayy), turn up (Ayy), turn up (Ayy)

Turn up (Ayy), turn up (Ayy), ayy (Macaroni made it)

Yeah, I seent your mans in my DM (In my DM)

Ayy, so I replied back to his DM (Replied back to his DM)

Yeah, money eyes, yeah, I see him (Yeah, I see you)

Ooh, if that's your man, I'm finna feed him (I'm finna get his ass)

Ayy, Cash App me some money, nigga, ooh

Or just Cash App me some hundreds if it's cool (I mean, if it's cool)

Boy, give me your pockets, nigga, ayy

Say you the plug, give me the sockets (Nigga)

Ayy, and Macaroni made this beat (Macaroni made this beat)

Ayy, act like macaroni, extra cheese

Stop playin', man

Ayy

Glorilla

Side Niggas (Ice Cream Soda Pop) lyrics - GloRilla (feat. Kay Dinero)

Glorilla

Dinero, Dinero, bitch

(Macaroni made it)

Ice cream, soda pop, cherry on top

How many side niggas do you got?

Ice cream, soda pop, cherry on top

How many side niggas do you got?

One nigga, two niggas, three niggas, four

All these tricks, but I still need more

Five niggas, six niggas, seven niggas, eight

Nigga, rent due and it can't be late

Well, first, that nigga Johnny, I think he from the South

That nigga give me money just to cream all in his mouth

Then I got this nigga Rico, his ass off in a gang

He my scammin'-ass nigga, plus he keep a bitch slay

And Twan ass, he my ride nigga, always down to slide nigga

Say I put him in his feelings, be forgettin' that he a side nigga

Rick is my homeboy, he throwin' up gang signs

We be fuckin' opps, though, that nigga got some hang time

JoJo ass in love, only see me through the FaceTime

He call me every day, his number ready for erase time

[?] mad he can't fuck, say I only want the face time

Jay think I'm A1, he ain't know I was a canine

Terry from the country, think I met him out the state line

Greg head fire, he ate the coochie [?]

Stopped doggin' these niggas, but I'm at it again

I can't be your bitch, I can just be your friend

My ho actin' up, I get down as his friend

He say bro before hoes, I get down on his twin

Been knowin' Devin since way, way back when

He been on my neck [?] back then

Cool-ass nigga, let me slide in the Benz

I told him pull up, then sat on his chin

I'm gone with the wind, I done did it again

Bitch, I'm cool like the fridge, put the game [?]

Twist it up like a wig, gave him [?]

Side niggas winning, can I get an amen?

Ice cream, soda pop, cherry on top

How many side niggas do you got?

Ice cream, soda pop, cherry on top

How many side niggas do you got?

One nigga, two niggas, three niggas, four

All these tricks, but I still need more

Five niggas, six niggas, seven niggas, eight

Nigga, rent due and it can't be late

One nigga, two niggas, three niggas, four

All these niggas and a bitch need some more

Your nigga lookin' hard, duh, bitch, he gon' go

I'ma take his bag, then send him to his ho

Is that that nigga John? He thought he was the one

But I'm about my bucks, I just bought his ass for fun

He say a bitch ain't shit like, nigga, I ain't dumb

Said she can have her nigga back 'cause I keep a couple backtrack

Case a nigga try to act up

Told a nigga throw that cash up

If he wanna see this ass, yup

But I'm just 'bout my figures, so I don't want the dealings

I just want the money, baby, you can keep the feelings

I got [?] incomes, I'm making a killing

Nigga blowin' up my phone, I told that boy leave me 'lone

I just want the fuckin' dome

Cut that nigga off, replace him

No face, no case, you know it ain't shit to erase him

(What the fuck you thought, nigga?)

Ice cream, soda pop, cherry on top

How many side niggas do you got?

Ice cream, soda pop, cherry on top

How many side niggas do you got?

One nigga, two niggas, three niggas, four

All these tricks, but I still need more

Five niggas, six niggas, seven niggas, eight

Nigga, rent due and it can't be late

Crazy Story (Remix) lyrics - GloRilla (feat. Kay Dinero)

Yeah, Glorilla

You know Kay Dinero had to hop on this joint

Ayy

PTE the clan, bitch, get with it, fuck you mean? (Gang, gang)

Ayy

Gotta slide on some messy bitches, say they want some beef

Okay, cool, grab the brooms, we finna go and do a sweep

She sendin' threats, ooh, she think I'm scared, but ain't no fear in me

False claimin', say she bang the C, but she a wannabe

Lil' bitch cappin', don't want smoke for real, you a ho for real

I got pressure, you gon' choke for real 'cause I'ma blow for real

Bitch, we tweakin', watch how you be speakin', ho gon' end up leakin'

Pull up on you while you sleepin', bitch, late night creepin', bitch

Thug talk, you don't know the language we be speakin', bitch

I'm in the field, bitch, I'm ballin', while you in the bleachers, bitch

You watchin' me? Watch your nigga 'cause I got him peekin', bitch

He gave me brain, he so smart, ooh, I got him geekin', bitch

Hoes be plottin', bitch, you ain't no bully, pull up in a hoodie

Ho kept yellin' what you would've did, bitch, you know you wouldn't

You keep sayin' what you should've did, bitch, why you ain't do it?

I was really on some gang shit, I'm always fuckin' zooted

Back to the basic, yeah, you bitches basic, we are not related

Hoes be hatin', bitches got two faces, put 'em in they places

Want smoke, I'ma let you face it, get you fuckin' faded

Bitch, you probably laced it, put this metal to your mouth like some fuckin' braces, bitch

When you speakin' on me, make sure you state facts

Ain't with the talkin', fuck the stylin', B, what you want, a jack?

Get off your ass, get some money, bitch, what you want, a stack?

Still mad about that nigga, ho? What, you want him back?

She like who? Ho, I'm talkin' 'bout you, bitch, you know you do

Call my phone from an unknown, ho, I know it's you

Fuck you mean? Ho keep callin' me, what, you wanna link?

When gang 'nem pull up, pull up, pull up, skrrt, ho, you better not blink

Bitches comin' really funny like I been a dummy

I'll turn up on a broke ho when it comes to the money

Ho, you cappin', you a joke for real, you a ho for real

Desert Eagle to her throat, ooh, she gon' choke for real

So what's up, bitch? Don't buck, bitch, pull up and get stuck, bitch

'Cause we don't give a fuck, bet them hollows make you duck, bitch

And if the ho mad, then make the ho madder

Bitches be pressed this ass gettin' fatter

You should've known lil' bitch was a capper

That's why I call up my bitches, you know they gon' blast her

I'm in the lead, lil' ho, I'm your master

Oh, you was mad 'bout somethin'? Go get you a bag or somethin'

I ain't gotta brag or nothin'

Gas in my lungs, I shit on you hoes for fun

224 right through her bun

Ain't no broke ho stoppin' me, you knew that

Mask up, leave the ho blue, black

If she want smoke, let's do that

Smoke on Gelato

Fuck these bitches, that's the motto

I ain't never worried 'bout a toxic ho

You let them bitches gas you up

Yeah, you could never be a boss, ho

So I guess you took a loss, ho

Never have time for a soft ho

I'm in my zone, Auto

We got them sticks

Glorilla go get the broom and I get the mop, ho

Go get the mop, bitch

Fuck you motherfuckin' mean

Y'all better stop playin', ho, the fuck?

These hoes better stand down 'fore it be a motherfuckin' man down

You hear me? Ayy

This a thug story, you hear me?

Fuck you mean, haha, yeah

PTE, bitch

Ayy, we the gang, ho (We the clan, ho, ayy)

Glorilla (Yeah)

Kay Dinero in this motherfucker, ayy

Gang, gang

Huh, uh, ayy

Brianna lyrics - GloRilla

Brianna

On the gang, gang

Huh, huh

Y'all know I'm from motherfuckin' Memphis (AceC, turn that heat up, nigga)

Motherfuckin' Young Bug, bring your motherfuckin' ugly ass here, Jeffrey

On my momma, I got somethin' for you

You done picked the wrong motherfucker

Let's do it, let's go

Black & Mild lookin'-ass nigga

Pepsi lookin'-ass nigga

That ass ain't jam, that's jelly lookin'-ass nigga

Boy, you know this ass super fat, "It's Sexyy" lookin'-ass nigga

Bad bitch lookin'-ass nigga

Prince lookin'-ass nigga

Man, I'm 'bout to throw a fit lookin'-ass nigga

"I'm 'bout to go do a dick" lookin'-ass nigga

'Bout to drop low, do a split lookin'-ass nigga

Cropped shirt wearin'-ass nigga, skirt wearin'-ass nigga

A bug on the ground 'bout to chirp lookin'-ass nigga

A pain in the ass tryna hump lookin'-ass nigga

A ho in the mirror 'bout to twerk lookin'-ass nigga

"Glo ugly, I'ma still flirt" lookin'-ass nigga

You wish lookin'-ass nigga, shit lookin'-ass nigga

Sweet tea and a four of Tris lookin'-ass nigga

Somethin' out of apocalypse lookin'-ass nigga

Somethin' on the inside a cyst lookin'-ass nigga

Ms. Netta lookin'-ass nigga

Ol' devil lookin'-ass nigga

Tight-ass pants called dress lookin'-ass nigga

A bitch who four days late lookin'-ass nigga

Nah, I ain't hungry, I'ma wait lookin'-ass nigga

Juwanna Mann and Sheneneh lookin'-ass nigga

A freaky ass frog that's gay lookin'-ass nigga

The turtle that won the race lookin'-ass nigga

"All heroes don't wear capes" lookin'-ass nigga

I'm puttin' my feelings in the safe lookin'-ass nigga

Genie that's trapped in a vase lookin'-ass nigga

A chewed-up, spit-out steak lookin'-ass nigga

"That's AI, that's fake," lookin'-ass nigga

Snitched, still ain't beat the case lookin'-ass nigga

Whoopi Goldberg by the face lookin'-ass nigga

Big freaky lookin'-ass nigga, Felicia lookin'-ass nigga

Back of a burnt up pizza lookin'-ass nigga

"Hey, how you doin'? Nice to meet you," lookin'-ass nigga

Mosquito lookin'-ass nigga

Bitch named Keisha lookin'-ass nigga

Jamaican Vegeta lookin'-ass nigga

Somethin' out the back of a freezer lookin'-ass nigga

Two gram Reggie blunt of reefer lookin'-ass nigga

Stick lookin'-ass nigga, sick lookin'-ass nigga

Something you can't fix lookin'-ass nigga

Dick lookin'-ass nigga, spit lookin'-ass nigga

Dirt under a brick lookin'-ass nigga

Night lookin'-ass nigga, dyke lookin'-ass nigga

Give lil' kids a fright lookin'-ass nigga

Man, this shit ain't right lookin'-ass nigga

Slidin' down a pipe lookin'-ass nigga

Premature baby bird lookin'-ass nigga

Long-ass doo-doo turd lookin'-ass nigga

Absurd lookin'-ass nigga

Lil' girl lookin'-ass nigga

Dead lookin'-ass nigga, fed lookin'-ass nigga

Tootsie roll with dreads lookin'-ass nigga

Spoiled egg lookin'-ass nigga

Haha

Mariah, you don't get away either

Bring your motherfuckin' Tweety Bird lookin'-ass here

I just found a clue lookin'-ass bitch

Sexy Winnie the Pooh lookin'-ass bitch

(Burnin' blue) Cheatin'-ass nigga burnin' you lookin'-ass bitch

Velma off Scooby-Doo lookin'-ass bitch

Anchor on the news lookin'-ass bitch

"You don't think she cute?" Lookin' ass bitch

Only if you knew lookin'-ass bitch

Beauty and the freak lookin'-ass bitch

Brain size of a pea lookin'-ass bitch

I don't care if he cheat lookin'-ass bitch

"Long as he come home to me" lookin'-ass bitch (Hah, haha)

Hey, mane

This shit all fun and games, no hard feelings

We makin' hip-hop fun again

Aight, step out

GloRilla other songs:

 

Cha Cha Cha lyrics - GloRilla & Fivio Foreign

Woah woah woah

Hey unh

I ain't got no worries Hakuna Matatata

My man my man my man

That boy is a thot thot thot

I got drac on me I make that bitch sing lalala

Slide down on the opps and make em do the cha cha cha

This my shit I'm bout to come up out this heel (unh yaaa)

Fucking on yo hoe cause I like how it feel

That boy can't leave me alone and that's just what it is

In this Hellcat I let Jesus take the wheel

Hmm cha cha cha do the cha cha cha

Try to run up on me all you hear is fafafa

Yeah cha cha cha do the cha cha cha

Unhhhhhh hit it

Left foot now ya'll (move to the left)

Right foot left stomp (stomp)

Now hop one time while I hit this blunt

Two opps this time (got two of em')

Got them hoes twinning

Big glo gone shine

Them hood hoes winning

I was broke in the beginning (yup)

Going to church when I was sinning

Smoking loud after service

I be getting you bitches nervous

Got ya nigga in my dm

Know I'm fucking I ain't a virgin

Bitch please I could have served him

Better be happy I curved him

Cha cha cha cha when we slide on an opp

Fa fa fa fa fa fa fires jumping out the car

Granny told me get that money first

While she put it in her bra

Momma told me not to trust a nigga far as I can see em' they ain't far

I ain't no soccer momma

He gone have the Hellcat me

If you love me eat me out inside this srt

If you miss me then don't text me cashapp me

Do the cha cha in this pussy while you ass slap it

I ain't got no worries Hakuna Matatata

My man my man my man

That boy is a thot thot thot

I got drac on me I make that bitch sing lalala

Slide down on the opps and make em do the cha cha cha

This my shit I'm bout to come up out this heel (unh yaaa)

Fucking on yo hoe cause I like how it feel

That boy can't leave me alone and that's just what it is

In this Hellcat I let Jesus take the wheel

Hmm cha cha cha do the cha cha cha

Try to run up on me all you hear is fafafa

Yeah cha cha cha do the cha cha cha

Unhhhhhh hit it

Fivi

Yeah grrrrrt bow

Shawty pull up with her friend

I'ma go super viral with her twin

Ion like to play I just like to win

Another nigga die every time I grin

Jesus took the wheel every time I spin

Show up to ya crib nigga how you been

Quick summer day show up to ya porch

You can see the gun print through the shorts

Get another perc mix it with the sauce

Take a nigga life before I take a lost

Yeah fuck a nigga wife and take her to the stores

Ha yeah uh

Talking bout snitching ion even cough

Big dawg ion bow down so they don't invite me to the pow wow

Let me find out you got a loud mouth oochie wally wally oochie bow bow

If you talk too much then you fouled out

Roll a nigga up he a cloud now

Boom

I ain't got no worries Hakuna Matatata

My man my man my man

That boy is a thot thot thot

I got drac on me I make that bitch sing lalala

Slide down on the opps and make em do the cha cha cha

Hmm cha cha cha do the cha cha cha

Try to run up on me all you hear is fafafa

Yeah cha cha cha do the cha cha cha

Unhhhhhh hit it

F.N.F. (Let's Go) (Remix) lyrics - Hitkidd, GloRilla & Miss Mulatto

(Hitkidd, what it do, man?)

Glorilla

Big Latto, JT

Bitch, I'm fuck nigga free, broke nigga free (Let's go, woo, woo, hey)

Nigga, play with' yo dick, not me

On gang

I'm F-R-E-E, fuck nigga free (Fuck 'em)

That mean I ain't gotta worry 'bout no fuck nigga cheatin' (Woo)

And I'm S-I-N-G-L-E again (Yup)

Outside hanging out the window with my ratchet-ass friends

Let's go (Go, go, go, go)

Let's go (Go, go, go, go)

Let's go (Go, go, go, go)

Let's go (Go, go, go, go)

Bitch, I'm G to the L to the O, Big Glo ('Rilla)

You can catch me out in traffic tinted, slidin' with your ho (Skrrt)

I ain't poppin' out at parties, gotta book me for a show (Give me that)

He say, "Y'all be living fast," nah, pussy boy, you slow (Stupid ass)

Ayy, we hoppin' out in red lights (Go), twerkin' on them headlights (Go)

She say she can't come outside today, that mean she scared, right? (Huh?)

I be put up in the winter, in the summer, pop out every night (On gang)

Braggin' on that nigga top, you better hold his head tight (Better watch him)

Anyways, life's great, pussy still good (But they knew that)

Still eatin' cake, wishin' that a bitch would (Bet they won't)

Got my foot up on they necks as a bitch should (Watch me plot, let's go)

On the gang

I'm F-R-E-E, fuck nigga free (Fuck 'em)

That mean I ain't gotta worry 'bout no fuck nigga cheatin' (Woo)

And I'm S-I-N-G-L-E again (Yup)

Outside hanging out the window with my ratchet-ass friends (Let's go)

I'm F-R-E-E, fuck nigga free (Fuck 'em)

That mean I ain't gotta worry 'bout no fuck nigga cheatin' (Woo)

And I'm S-I-N-G-L-E again (Yup)

Outside hanging out the window with my ratchet-ass friends (Let's go)

Let's go (Go, go, go, go)

Let's go (Go, go, go, go)

Let's go (Go, go, go, go)

Let's go (Go, go, go, go, JT)

I don't care who he fuck with'

Bitch, I can't be fucked with' (Nah)

Must be gone off percs if you ever thought you fucked this (What?)

Usin' my name for clickbait, eat my ass and my clit, wait

Bitch, I got a future, do it look like I can sit and wait

I'm F-R-E-E, hold up, stop the beat

I'm a motherfuckin' city girl, ain't shit free 'bout me (Ayy)

You a fraudulent ass ho, nigga, actin' like you on, nigga

You ain't been in shit since that PPP loan, nigga (Hahaha)

Anyway, pussy good, so I'm put up

Ass stroke, sittin' pretty with' my foot up

Y'all hoes get played (Huh), not us

But if a nigga ever try, it's up

I'm F-R-E-E, fuck nigga free (Fuck 'em)

That mean I ain't gotta worry 'bout no fuck nigga cheatin' (Woo)

And I'm S-I-N-G-L-E again (Yup)

Outside hanging out the window with my ratchet-ass friends (Let's go)

Let's go (Go, go, go, go)

Let's go (Go, go, go, go)

Let's go (Go, go, go, go, Big Latto)

Let's go (Go, go, go, go, yeah, ayy)

I'm fuck nigga free, I ain't doin' no arguin' (The fuck)

They ain't shit without me, all my exes like Safaree (They broke)

All my opps scary, they won't pop up at the party

Got them bitches runnin' from me, like a episode of Maury

On the freeway, throwin' ass, three ways

Young bitch, feel like a vet' in this C8

Call him private, I ain't text back in three days

Can't have no fuck nigga throwin' off my PH

Anyways, on the pop charts, poppin' shit

Two things I ain't with', sugar grits and sharin' dick (On God)

Bougie, bad, and thick, twenty-three, ain't got no kids

Pop a Plan B before I let him trap a bitch

I'm F-R-E-E, fuck nigga free (Fuck 'em)

That mean I ain't gotta worry 'bout no fuck nigga cheatin' (Woo)

And I'm S-I-N-G-L-E again (Yup)

Outside hanging out the window with my ratchet-ass friends (Let's go)

Let's go (At the red lights twerkin' on them headlights)

Let's go (At the red lights twerkin' on them headlights)

Let's go (At the red lights twerkin' on them headlights)

Let's go (At the- on the gang)

JT, Glorilla, Big Latto

E-E, fuck nigga free

Why y'all hoes stressin' out 'bout y'all fuck niggas cheatin'

Gang Nem lyrics - GloRilla

Ayy, Eric, this joint

Bar for bar

(If it ain't Bake, motherfucker, it don't bang)

Glorilla

Wake up every morning, brush my teeth, and yell out, "Fuck a nigga" (Fuck a nigga)

Message to the group chat that these booster hoes ain't fuckin' with us (On God)

Ain't fallin' out 'bout niggas, man, these niggas know what's up with us (They know what's up)

If you not with the gang, then, motherfucker, you can't thug with us (Fuck you, on the gang)

Gang 'nem, I be with the gang 'nem (With the gang)

Countin' hundreds, gettin' money, thuggin' with the gang 'nem (On the gang)

Gang 'nem, I be with the gang 'nem

Takin' niggas, breakin' niggas, swear I love my gang 'nem

Pour my problems in this cup and then I fill it, we gon' roll 'em up (Gas)

Georgia shakin' ass and they got Jello right here drunk as fuck (Henny)

Nikki Pooh be thuggin', chunkin' big B's when we hit the club (Big Blood)

Four of T's lil' niggas rep the same gang, she don't give a fuck (Cash)

We can't slide the city in your whip if it's not tinted in (Tinted in)

Tezzy stoppin' traffic anywhere 'cause she gon' spin the fin (Skrrt, skrrt)

Key my other half like 50 Cent 'cause she got many men (Pimpin')

Gloss be pimpin' too, but she be actin' like she innocent (Fake ass)

Hype my bitches up, we in the party, I'm like, "Go, friend" (Go, friend)

All they niggas hate me 'cause they swear that I'm the ho friend (Fuck it)

Hype my bitches up, we in the party, I'm like, "Go, friend" (Go, best friend)

All they niggas hate me 'cause they swear that I'm the ho friend

Wake up every morning, brush my teeth, and yell out, "Fuck a nigga" (Fuck a nigga)

Message to the group chat that these booster hoes ain't fuckin' with us (On God)

Ain't fallin' out 'bout niggas, man, these niggas know what's up with us (They know what's up)

If you not with the gang, then, motherfucker, you can't thug with us (Fuck you, on the gang)

Gang 'nem, I be with the gang 'nem (With the gang)

Countin' hundreds, gettin' money, thuggin' with the gang 'nem (On the gang)

Gang 'nem, I be with the gang 'nem

Takin' niggas, breakin' niggas, swear I love my gang 'nem

I'm locked in with my gang, it come down to it, I'ma die for them (On my mama)

And if I ever have to hit the stand, I swear I'll lie for them (Swear to God)

When they come to me about they problems, I'ma cry with them

Not with the police shit, but turn into the FBI for them (Let's go)

Just like Michael Vick, I'm gon' do time, it come down to my dogs

No pressure on no cash 'cause if they need it, I'ma break 'em off (Here you go)

Ain't beefin' if it ain't about no money, we gon' let 'em talk (Let them bitches talk)

All our posts all public, since they watchin', we gon' let 'em stalk (Lame ass)

My gang, I swear I love my gang, ayy (Gang)

My gang, I swear I love the gang, ayy (Let's go)

Gang 'nem, I be with the gang 'nem

Gang 'nem, I be with the gang 'nem (Gang 'nem)

Wake up every morning, brush my teeth, and yell out, "Fuck a nigga" (Fuck a nigga)

Message to the group chat that these booster hoes ain't fuckin' with us (On God)

Ain't fallin' out 'bout niggas, man, these niggas know what's up with us (They know what's up)

If you not with the gang, then, motherfucker, you can't thug with us (Fuck you, on the gang)

Gang 'nem, I be with the gang 'nem (With the gang)

Countin' hundreds, gettin' money, thuggin' with the gang 'nem (On the gang)

Gang 'nem, I be with the gang 'nem

Takin' niggas, breakin' niggas, swear I love my gang 'nem

Ayy, and if you ain't with the gang

Bitch, fuck you, ho

Keep it just like that

Internet Trolls lyrics - GloRilla

Hitkidd wat it do, man, Hitkidd wat it do, man

GloRilla

Hey, hey

On gang, on, on gang

Whoa, whoa, hey

On gang

You can be who you wanna be

Live how you wanna live

Stunt how you wanna stunt

Give what you 'posed to give

Say what you wanna say

Feel how you wanna feel

Sometimes I think they be forgetting the internet a fairytale

He dat nigga for the people, but in person, he a bitch

They be gangster on the book, but in them papers be a snitch

She be mommy of the year but don't ever have them kids

They be broker than a motherfucker, capping like they rich

Watch out for them internet trolls

They be tryna satisfy them internet goals

You just got locked up 'cause the internet told

Fake it till you make it, that's the internet code

Watch out for them internet trolls

They be tryna satisfy them internet goals

You just got locked up 'cause the internet told

Fake it till you make it, that's the internet code

Ain't have to drop the low, I got it from his Snapchat

Had to block my exes off my page so I wouldn't backtrack

They don't wanna clap for you, they just want you to clapback

That ski don't make you gangsta, you a capper, where yo SnapBack?

I don't be up in his likes, but I be in his bed though

Might be in my gallery, but he ain't in this thread though

They don't gotta like me and it's cool, I really like that

'Cause half you muhfuckers in real life ain't even like that

Watch out for them internet trolls

They be tryna satisfy them internet goals

You just got locked up 'cause the internet told

Fake it till you make it, that's the internet code

Watch out for them internet trolls

They be tryna satisfy them internet goals

You just got locked up 'cause the internet told

Fake it till you make it, that's the internet code

You can be who you wanna be

Live how you wanna live

Stunt how you wanna stunt

Give what you 'posed to give

Say what you wanna say

Feel how you wanna feel

Sometimes I think they be forgetting the internet a fairytale

Lick Or Sum lyrics - GloRilla

What Juicy say? He be like, "Shut the fuck up"

Lick on my clit, make this pussy cream

Do this motherfucker how you do them Russian creams

Smokin' on this pack, you know this pussy fat (Ow)

Lookin' like he fiendin', got his nose all in my crack

He wanna hit this rock, he know this coochie slap (Wow)

And based off his performance, I might make this booty clap

Told him drop the addy, 'bout to take him off the map

I don't post his ass, I ghost his ass, and leave him on the Snap

Don't wanna feel yo' teeth and soften up yo' tongue

All over his breath like pussy flavored gum

Pullin' on my tracks, 'cause he know I like to run

You know I'ma P, nigga, you know where I'm from

Told him that I love him, had him thinkin' I was dumb

Got that bread, got that head, then I set him to his mom, on the gang, gang

Lookin' like a lick or sum

Come and take a lick or sum

Pussy bussin' like a blick or sum

Bow, bow, bow

Come here, now let me get some dick or sum

I call that nigga bruh, his mammy ain't my mammy (Nah)

And stop callin' me sis, I'm tryna fuck yo' baby daddy (Move)

Get head from his cousin too, I keep it in the family (Hey)

He fold me like a pretzel, I'm his Auntie Annie

Bow, bow, bow

Ooh

And lick it like a lollipop

Lick it and dip it, this a Baby Bottle Pop

I ain't with that messy shits, but I need some sloppy top

What's up mister ding ling ling? I'm tryna get karate chopped

My foot up on they neck (Bitch)

He suckin' on my toes

You lovin' on this nigga (Why?)

But he love the hoes

I gotta nigga on da town and a nigga in the slammer

If I'm with you and my nigga call, just know I'm still gon' answer

I know you eatin' ass (Hmm)

Don't ask me for a kiss (Move)

And don't bring up my man, 'cause I ain't askin' 'bout yo' bitch

He got all of these bitches that don't weigh up to one of me

He know that I'm the big homie, his other bitches under me

Got the best head from a libra and the best dick from a cancer

He said he never ate no ass, well, I'm 'bout to set the standard (Come here)

40-inch weave (What else?)

Dread head nigga (Okay)

4 A.M., I need some dick, I'm gone off that liquor, on the gang, gang

Lookin' like a lick or sum

Come and take a lick or sum

Pussy bussin' like a blick or sum

Bow, bow, bow

Come here, now let me get some dick or sum

You lovin' on this nigga (Why?)

But he love the hoes (Hmm)

So my advice to you would be to go and be a hoe (Ah-ah)

You lovin' on this nigga (Why?)

But he love the hoes

My advice to you would be to go and be a hoe, on the gang, gang

Lookin' like a lick or sum

On Wat U On lyrics - Moneybagg Yo & GloRilla

(Turn me up YC)

GloRilla, woo

On the gang, hey

(SkyDiddy)

Fuck my ho, fuck that bitch

I don't give a fuck 'bout none of this shit

Leave me 'lone, don't text my phone

It is what it is, I'm on what you on

Fuck my nigga, he ain't shit

Boy ain't good for nothin' but dick

Flodgin' like you with yo' niggas

Pussy boy, you with that bitch (What?)

Askin' me 'bout bitches in the city that she think I'm fuckin'

Look dead in her eyes before I lie, I'd rather tell her nothin'

Oh, so you ain't got shit to say now, huh? Dumb ass

I rather tell her nothin', smirkin' in her face

What the fuck funny? Didn't I say change the subject?

Let me know right now (What?), if there ain't no future us (Why?)

'Cause, one, too close to zero, got to keep somethin' on tuck (Shh)

She like, "Ew, you do too much" (So?)

I replied, "You don't do enough" (Ho)

Even when we be into it, I can still pull up and fuck (Uh)

Walkin' straight up out the house, you say I never hug and kiss you

Tyrna see me every weekend (Why?), damn, I need space to miss you

Know I love you, bae, our problems go away when my dick in you

When I call myself tryna do shit right, here go another issue (Man)

Fuck my ho, fuck that bitch

I don't give a fuck 'bout none of this shit

Leave me 'lone, don't text my phone

It is what it is, I'm on what you on

Fuck my nigga, he ain't shit

Boy ain't good for nothin' but dick

Flodgin' like you with yo' niggas

Pussy boy, you with that bitch

All that tellin' folks I'm crazy, tell 'em how you got me fucked up

Yo' mama ain't got no daughters, boy you ain't them bitches brothers (The fuck?)

Then you told me you that knew the bitch, but you ain't say you fucked her (Hm)

Ol' cheatin' ass, toxic ass, good dick motherfucker (Hate yo' ass)

With my man today (Hm), back outside tomorrow (Yeah)

I be done with him today then be at his house tomorrow

I be bustin' out the windows, got 'em switchin' up his cars

He won't find shit in my phone but them lil' pictures of his card

Constantly bringin' up my ex and shit, he must want me to go back (Huh?)

I could really pop my shit for real, but I don't think he know that (Can't know that)

Cut that nigga off for good to show him that I'm on that

And he'll never, ever, ever, ever get his ho back (On gang)

Fuck my ho, fuck that bitch

I don't give a fuck 'bout none of this shit

Leave me 'lone, don't text my phone

It is what it is, I'm on what you on

Fuck my nigga, he ain't shit

Boy ain't good for nothin' but dick

Flodgin' like you with yo' niggas

Pussy boy, you with that bitch

Fuck my ho, fuck that bitch

I don't give a fuck 'bout none of this shit

Leave me 'lone, don't text my phone

It is what it is, I'm on what you on

Fuck my nigga, he ain't shit

Boy ain't good for nothin' but dick

Flodgin' like you with yo' niggas

Pussy boy, you with that bitch

OOOHH lyrics - GloRilla (feat. Gloss Up & STMG)

(Cheese, his name is Cheese)

(Cheese)

Glorilla

Woo, hey

Pull up in that ooh with lil' yeah tryna get some naw

That mean I'm in that coupe with your man tryna get some top

I'm tryna get that ooh (Ooh), ooh (Ooh), ooh (Ooh)

He droppin' off that loot (Give me that), ooh (Ooh), ooh (Ooh)

[?] pocket, finesse out the bread

Take out her tonsils, grip by the head

Bitch wanna fuck, gotta give me the wallet

Only want the sloppy, I don't want your legs

Really wan' fuck on your friend 'cause she ready

Really wan' pull up and give her this yeah

Ho outta pocket be callin' my phone

My bitches be watchin' like [?] play it

If a nigga ain't talkin' 'bout licks or gettin' me rich, then I ain't heard shit he said

Can't stand no nigga with a smart-ass mouth, but I love me a nigga with some good-ass head

Can't post no nigga on the 'Gram when it's niggas on the 'Gram that be tryna get down, the fuck?

We don't like them niggas on the town that be servin' them pounds and ain't talkin' 'bout grams, the fuck?

Got my own shit and bitches mad, but I live rent-free in a broke bitch head

Cuff a nigga? That shit dead (Hell nah)

Fuck that nigga, what you said?

You hoes didn't spare my nigga, so PSA, y'all niggas in danger

Just post one pic with that ass lookin' thick, then text back, "What's up, stranger?"

Pull up in that ooh with lil' yeah tryna get some naw

That mean I'm in that coupe with your man tryna get some top

I'm tryna get that ooh (Ooh), ooh (Ooh), ooh (Ooh)

He droppin' off that loot (Give me that), ooh (Ooh), ooh (Ooh)

Buy all the drink, I want some top

Thick as some pork, she can get chopped

Like Cardi B, she got that WAP

Smack on her ass, baby gettin' popped

Drippin' the sauce, ho, bring 'em out

Call up Bun B, that's a hundred a chop

Bitch say she bi, I call up Glo

She call up Gloss, we got some top (Gloss Up, bitch)

Nigga pulled up lookin' kind of cute

I'm like ooh, baby, come give me some noggin

He not gon' know what to do when I get loose

Pizza, I want the toppings

I want the head and bread

Then I'ma dip, yeah, you heard what I said

Broke niggas can't do nothing for me, lil' nigga

Can't even give me some head

Yeah, they lookin' for pointers

Look our way, all they see is some burners

Feet been hot like we stepped on a furnace

Can't find these bitches, they hide behind curtains

Yeah, ooh, do what to who?

Eat a rap bitch up and split her in two

I pass her to Glo and I pass her to Nikki

Then pass her to Carbon, bitch, do what it do, yeah

Pull up in that ooh with lil' yeah tryna get some naw

That mean I'm in that coupe with your man tryna get some top

I'm tryna get that ooh (Ooh), ooh (Ooh), ooh (Ooh)

He droppin' off that loot (Give me that), ooh (Ooh), ooh (Ooh)

STMG

(Glorilla)

Ayy, man, say, man

They, they must've put me first so a ho must be cursed, you heard me?

STMG or nothin', you know what goin' on

Let me pass this shit to the Glo, you know

They'll show you how it go, you heard me?

You know, you ain't even gotta-

You ain't even gotta pass to Glo, you can pass to Yo

You know what I'm sayin'?

'Cause guess what?

They could put me first, they could put me last

It don't matter what they put me, guess what? I'ma be on they ass

You dig what I'm sayin'? Come on, man

What, what you say, foe?

A ho gotta pay

If a ho don't pay, then a ho gotta lay

If the ho don't pay, if the ho don't lay

Guess what? The ho can't stay, you dig?

Fuck you mean? Fuck you motherfuckin' mean? Y'all heard what the fuck they said

Gloss Up, bitch

Outside lyrics - GloRilla (feat. Niki Pooh)

Where the fuck is Glo at?

Glorilla

Ayy, Niki Pooh, what? We outside, where we goin'? Ayy, ayy

We here

I been on the road lately slidin' with my bitches (Let's ride)

Fuckin' with a nigga I know I ain't got no business (Uh-uh)

You would think that I was foreign how I'm rockin' this Brazilian

Don't want it in my head if the shit ain't thirty inches

Say now gave that boy the winter, but the summertime is mine (It's mine)

He like, "Where the fuck you at?" I told you, nigga, I'm outside

'Cause we outside, nigga, we outside (We outside, bitch)

We outside, bitch, we outside (Ayy, we out here, nigga)

We outside, nigga, we outside (Ho)

We outside, bitch, we outside (We outside, bitch)

Make it rain for that pussy, boy, you know it ain't no drought here (That pussy wet)

Not to toot my own horn, but a nigga know I'm out here (Beep-beep, ho)

And every time I go outside, they swear I'm tryna be a ho (And if?)

Ain't too much that I can say, but I'm just glad a nigga know (Facts)

Glorilla hit me up like, "We outside" (We outside)

I called up all my bitches like, "What's up? It's time to slide" (Ayy, ho, where the fuck y'all at?)

Please don't call my phone about your nigga, ho, he died (Never)

I'm on to the next, that nigga just a rental ride, ayy (Skrrt, skrrt)

Back on the town and we back with the shit (Ayy)

Glo hit me up, said we poppin', lil' bitch (What's up?)

Shakin' that ass and we droppin' that splits (Ooh)

I'm orderin' Mo' and I'm orderin' Henny (Yeah)

Met this lil' nigga, he said that he with me (Ayy)

I told him he stuck with a bunch of bad bitches (You stuck)

Pulled out his wallet and handed it to me

I told him, "Go 'head, baby, take care your business" (Hey)

I been on the road lately slidin' with my bitches (Let's ride)

Fuckin' with a nigga I know I ain't got no business (Uh-uh)

You would think that I was foreign how I'm rockin' this Brazilian

Don't want it in my head if the shit ain't thirty inches

Say now gave that boy the winter, but the summertime is mine (It's mine)

He like, "Where the fuck you at?" I told you, nigga, I'm outside

'Cause we outside, nigga, we outside (We outside, bitch)

We outside, bitch, we outside (Ayy, we out here, nigga)

We outside, nigga, we outside (Ho)

We outside, bitch, we outside (We outside, bitch)

Girl, look at this wack-ass nigga call and callin' my motherfuckin' phone

Never

Ayy, bitch, listen

We outside, Glo

Ayy, for all you hoes that got y'all niggas, y'all better leave them motherfuckin' niggas at home

'Cause these niggas don't give a fuck about you at all, ho, if you don't (Period)

If you don't put your motherfuckin' phone down, get the fuck outside (Bitch), bitch

We outside, ho

Come on, bitch, take this motherfuckin' shot, ho

Pass me the bottle, bitch

On God

Fuck wrong with 'em?

I know, bitch

Overstood lyrics - GloRilla

I heard they lookin' for me, know I got that shit, it's on the way

Humble beast but Aaron turn me up, I got some shit to say

Don't regret my past because it made me who I am today

Gotta keep that hunger, it ain't never too much on my

What they doin'? Talkin' shit

They still mad I'm poppin' shit

Kick the door down on them people

I got tired of knockin' bitch

What-what-what they doin'? Talkin' shit

Th-th-they still mad I'm poppin' shit

I heard they lookin' for me, know I got that shit, it's on the way

Humble beast but Aaron turn me up, I got some shit to say

Don't regret my past because it made me who I am today

Gotta keep that hunger, it ain't never too much on my plate

Li-livin' in the suburbs but you know I'm good in any hood

I was taught to stand on business so everythin' be overstood

Countin' all these papers, smokin' papers, you can keep yo 'Woods

They talkin' 'bout what I'm not doin', but what I'm doin' they wish they could

In school they gave me 180, now it's 180 on the dash

Traffic in that C8, police get behind me, do 'em bad

Somehow I be at my best when them bitches make me mad

Feelin' like prune juice, I got that shit for a nigga ass

Lookin' back on all I been through, shit gon' damn near make me cry

If I was to crash out right now, would you be my ride or die?

You told me keep it real, I think you'll like it better when I lie

They say I smoke too much, I think they'll like me better when I'm high

They say what you do in the dark gon' always come back to the light

They caught that boy in broad day, he didn't get to see that night

You ain't even spend no money, how you tryna spend the night?

You see how this man do his hoes, why you tryna be his wife?

What they doin'? Talkin' shit

They still mad I'm poppin' shit

Kick the door down on them people

I got tired of knockin', bitch

What-what-what they doin'? Talkin' shit

They still mad I'm poppin' shit

T-Up even harder for the times they had me fucked up

I got plays for days like Tyler Perry, bitch, I'm up-up

Money talk, so all of y'all should really shut the fuck up

And, bitch, I'm from the trenches, I don't hang with hoes that's stuck up

If it wasn't for them thirsty niggas, you hoes wouldn't be nobody

That lovin' niggas shit so dead, them niggas be out they body

Do shit at my own pace and every time them bitches copy

I gotta turn it up a notch, I just got off the phone with Gotti

What they doin'? Talkin' shit

They still mad I'm poppin' shit

Kick the door down on them people

I got tired of knockin', bitch

Ain't no monkey in the middle

Go with who you rockin' with

Don't even stop at red lights

What make you think you stoppin' this?

Pop It lyrics - GloRilla

Mike-will-made-it

Big booty hoes

And I'm calling out the big booty bitches

Pop yo shit, bitch, pop yo shit, bitch

Pop yo shit, bitch

Onna Gang

Don't call me suh, I am not ya sister, I will fuck yo man

I know how to throw that ass and a bitch can throw them hands

Yo nigga a sucka busta, he ain't breaking off no cash

My nigga be swipin' cards, he gon' teach me how to scam

He say I got a smart ass mouth and it's gon' get me fucked up

Gon' put this pussy in his mouth and make him shut the fuck up

My opp posted her nigga, know I'm finna snatch him right up

My booty jiggle when I walk and it's tiger-striped up

Throw that ass all in this booth, if you ain't twerkin' then record it

Lurkin' on my page, you gon' see nothing but ass up on this story

Love to piss my nigga off, him talking shit be gettin' me horny

Tryna find out who I'm fuckin', better off go finding Dory

Got a lot of hoes but only one can say he fuckin' me

I just made 150 in a night, you hoes can't fuck with me

I'm who bitches wanna be and who them niggas love to see

You catch me in the party, know it's blickies in this club with me

Big booty hoes

And I'm calling out the big booty bitches

Pop yo shit, bitch, pop yo shit, bitch

Now pop it

Pop yo shit, bitch, pop yo shit, bitch

Now pop it

Pop yo shit, bitch, pop yo shit, bitch

Big booty hoes

And I'm calling out the big booty bitches

Pop yo shit, bitch, pop yo shit, bitch

Now pop it

Pop yo shit, bitch, pop yo shit, bitch

Now pop it

Pop yo shit, bitch, pop yo shit, bitch

Ain't no falling off, ho, I'll be damn'd I let them catch me slippin'

And yo music wack as fuck, it come on in the car skip it

Yeah, I get delusional at times, at least I can admit it

Yeah, you got some money, fuck up out my face if you don't spend it

Five percent on all my windows, but you can't even see in here

All up in the opps party, like who said I can't be in here?

Everywhere I go, you gotta know I'm smokin' weed in there

Pussy wet as hell, that boy gon' fuck around and ski in here

All my bitches gang for real, that gang gang shit be what we on

Pull up to the store, ho, get on point and get up off that phone

Pillow talking 'bout me, you a hater, bitch, yo cover blown

That ho really green as hell and I'm happy ya true colors showed

Ain't never had a nigga took from me, I'm like 15 and 0

Yeah I gotta couple bodies but that shit ain't no secret though

They say I can't keep a nigga but they know I keep some hoes

I ain't tryna shit on bitches but don't give me a reason though

Big booty hoes

And I'm calling out the big booty bitches

Pop yo shit, bitch, pop yo shit, bitch

Now pop it

Pop yo shit, bitch, pop yo shit, bitch

Now pop it

Pop yo shit, bitch, pop yo shit, bitch

Big booty hoes

And I'm calling out the big booty bitches

Pop yo shit, bitch, pop yo shit, bitch

Now pop it

Pop yo shit, bitch, pop yo shit, bitch

Now pop it

Pop yo shit, bitch, pop yo shit, bitch

Pop yo shit, bitch, pop yo shit, bitch, pop your shit, bitch

Pop yo shit, bitch, pop yo shit, bitch

Pop yo shit, bitch, pop yo shit, bitch

Onna gang

Poppin Shit lyrics - GloRilla

(Just Connor Smith)

GloRilla

Ayy, ayy

You know I be poppin' shit

Woo, woo, ayy, woo, woo

Hottest bitch he ever had and I ain't on no cocky shit

But I don't gotta say too much, 'cause you know how I'm rockin', bitch (You know how I'm rockin', bitch)

Better hide your nigga, when he see me, he be jockin' sis (Woo)

He know I'm a P, and yeah, that P, it stand for poppin', bitch (Pop, pop, pop)

Woo, I'm poppin', bitch, you know I be poppin' shit (You know I be poppin' shit)

Never let no pussy nigga treat you like an option, sis (Nah)

Hit the club with my gang, we standin' right on top of shit (Gang, gang)

Told you I'm a P, and yeah, that P, it stand for poppin', bitch

They like, "Rilla, where you been at, shawty? When you finna drop some shit?"

I been in my mode, the way I'm feelin', I might pop a bitch

My homie showed me her true colors, then I had to drop the bitch

I was tryna chase a bag and she was doin' the opposite

Was fuckin' with this nigga 'til his ass got on some groupie shit

His friends all in our business, I can tell he wasn't used to shit

He gave me all his brain and then he got up on some stupid shit

Didn't even get the cookie and was actin' like a lunatic

Hottest bitch he ever had and I ain't on no cocky shit

But I don't gotta say too much, 'cause you know how I'm rockin', bitch (You know how I'm rockin', bitch)

Better hide your nigga, when he see me, he be jockin' sis (Woo)

He know I'm a P, and yeah, that P, it stand for poppin', bitch (Pop, pop, pop)

Woo, I'm poppin', bitch, you know I be poppin' shit (You know I be poppin' shit)

Never let no pussy nigga treat you like an option, sis (Nah)

Hit the club with my gang, we standin' right on top of shit (Gang, gang)

Told you I'm a P, and yeah, that P, it stand for poppin', bitch

Hell yeah, hoes mad, ooh, I got some bitches bad, ho

I been on they ass, I guess that's really what they mad for

I'ma keep this shit one hundred, I'ma give a nigga heads up

I don't want your drawers, lil' nigga, I just want some head, bruh

He say he like my style, he love my vibe, he love my energy (Ayy)

Told him I be thuggin', all the gangster niggas feelin' me

His bitch thought I was cute until he did too, now she envy me

Shit, I'm feelin' like I'm John Cena, these bitches ain't seein' me

Hottest bitch he ever had and I ain't on no cocky shit

But I don't gotta say too much, 'cause you know how I'm rockin', bitch (You know how I'm rockin', bitch)

Better hide your nigga, when he see me, he be jockin' sis (Woo)

He know I'm a P, and yeah, that P, it stand for poppin', bitch (Pop, pop, pop)

Woo, I'm poppin', bitch, you know I be poppin' shit (You know I be poppin' shit)

Never let no pussy nigga treat you like an option, sis (Nah)

Hit the club with my gang, we standin' right on top of shit (Gang, gang)

Told you I'm a P, and yeah, that P, it stand for poppin', bitch

(Just Connor Smith)

Sneaky Link lyrics - GloRilla & YCR Los

(It's cold in here)

YCR Los

You know what the fuck goin' on

Gang

YCR business

Got a new bitch outta Mississippi, yeah, she thick as fuck (On God)

And she tryna cuff up on a nigga, but she not bad enough, ayy (No cap)

I just burnt her head and fucked her good and passed her up

She said, "You just want a sneaky link," but, bitch, you know what's up (You already knew that)

Got a new bitch outta Mississippi, yeah, she thick as fuck (No cap)

And she tryna cuff up on a nigga, but she not bad enough, ayy (On God)

I just burnt her head and fucked her good and passed her up

She said, "You just want a sneaky link," but, bitch, you know what's up (You already know what's up)

This bitch tryna be bougie, but, ayy, I get bougie too (For real)

You can try to test your luck, think about robbin', I'm gon' shoot (On gang)

To lil' bruh that took my bitch, good luck to you, ayy, I salute

Hell nah, you can't be YCR, bitch, this not no recruit (No cap)

New pack in the mail, gotta get my ass home (Home)

Last nigga tried to play, guess what? I got his ass gone (Gone)

I was fuckin' on his bitch while she had him on speakerphone (Phone)

This lil' naggin'-ass bitch, ayy, lil' bitch, leave me alone

Got a new bitch outta Mississippi, yeah, she thick as fuck (On God)

And she tryna cuff up on a nigga, but she not bad enough, ayy (No cap)

I just burnt her head and fucked her good and passed her up

She said, "You just want a sneaky link," but, bitch, you know what's up (You already knew that)

Got a new bitch outta Mississippi, yeah, she thick as fuck (No cap)

And she tryna cuff up on a nigga, but she not bad enough, ayy (On God)

I just burnt her head and fucked her good and passed her up

She said, "You just want a sneaky link," but, bitch, you know what's up (Glorilla)

He say he tryna sneaky link, I told him we can do that (Let's go)

We no face, no case on pictures, only let 'em see his durag

He like, "I know that I can't post it," duh, pussy boy, you knew that (Duh)

He just went and met my other nigga, why the fuck you do that? (You lame as hell)

We only link at night, so in the daytime, don't be buggin' me (Call my phone)

You just a sneaky link, no, you can't pop out at no club with me (You know that)

I'm Glorilla pimpin', baby, nigga know it ain't no lovin' me (Glorilla)

I don't fuck with you like that, so don't be tellin' folks you fuck with me, on God

Got a new bitch outta Mississippi, yeah, she thick as fuck (On God)

And she tryna cuff up on a nigga, but she not bad enough, ayy (No cap)

I just burnt her head and fucked her good and passed her up

She said, "You just want a sneaky link," but, bitch, you know what's up (You already knew that)

Got a new bitch outta Mississippi, yeah, she thick as fuck (No cap)

And she tryna cuff up on a nigga, but she not bad enough, ayy (On God)

I just burnt her head and fucked her good and passed her up

She said, "You just want a sneaky link," but, bitch, you know what's up (You already know what's up)

Don't be blowin' up my motherfuckin' phone after I give you the motherfuckin' Glorilla glue, nigga

Man, stop doin' all that shit

Like I said

Your pussy was good, though

Aight, then keep it just like that

YCR business, you know what the fuck goin' on

Glorilla

To Be Honest lyrics - GloRilla

GloRilla

To be honest, I don't even be coming like that, but, I'm just finna-

Somebody told me I need to gon'- Ayy, gon' do that

At a point in life, if you say you love me, gotta show that

They wanna call it quits, but don't nobody even know that

I be looking good as fuck, but deep inside be feeling so bad

Don't talk about my problems, I just put 'em on a notepad

I don't talk about my problems, get the [?] and pour 'em

I'an even writing a song right now, I feel like this a poem

It's some hoes I used to love, that now I act like I'on know 'em

And the ones I fuck with now, I just be hoping that they loyal

And I know my time approaching, mane, that shit give the chills

I be gettin' so impatient, have to tell myself to chill

I'on even sleep at night, my mama think I'm poppin' pills

Daddy [?] asking me, but ain't gon' offer me a deal

Gloss told me I'an been there for her, shit had me in tears

She ain't never told me that, and we been rockin' for some years

If I couldn't be yo' shoulder, I done always been a ear

But I was hurtin' by myself, I had to take some time to heal

Told my friends because I love 'em, that I gotta keep it real

Don't care if you feelin' salty, we ain't sugarcoatin' in here

We can smoke and chop it up and I'ma be there when it's clear

'Cause I'ma be there while it's smoke and I'ma be there when it's clear

Must be nice to fall in love because I'm sick of havin' hoes

I be wanting to try this shit, but mane, these niggas be some hoes

And I be tweakin' 'bout my feelin's so I'll rather be alone

'Cause shit, I know that I'm the one but nigga I'an one of those

Askin' "God, why me?" But I'on never get a answer

But I know it's for the good, so ayy, this shit don't even matter

And I know that time will heal, but this should move a lil' faster

I done grew up in the choir, now I'm preachin' to the pastor

Used to wanna be a singer, I wasn't tryna be a rapper

Got some people that'll come through and I'an even gotta ask 'em

It's some niggas in the picture, I'an even gotta tap 'em

It's some hoes that's gon' get touched, and I'an even gotta tap 'em

At a point in life, if I hear a rumor, I'an clearin' shit

I know I'm gettin' hot, I gotta watch out who I chill with

I'm cuttin' bitches off now if they try to pull some weird shit

'Cause hatin' a disease, and you need to get it cured, bitch

I be gettin' the highest when I'm really at my lowest

I be smilin' through my pain, so don't nobody even notice

In a minute, they gon' see me pop out slidin' in that lotus

So now I'm movin' forward, I just gotta keep the focus

Cut a hoe off that l love 'cause she was messy, mane that's messed up

Time is money, baby, that's the only thing I'm pressed for

Everybody go through shit, they say it happens to the best of 'em

Thankful for my blessings, I'm just waiting on the rest of 'em

On God, on the gang

Tomorrow lyrics - GloRilla

(Cheese, his name is Cheese)

They say they don't fuck with' me (Cheese), but I say they can't fuck with' me

Just like the air, I'm everywhere, how you say it's up with' me?

Poppin' shit, you would think I went to school for chiropractin' (Poppin')

Lookin' good as hell today, just sent my nigga five attachments (Look at this)

Why did you confront me 'bout a nigga? Man, you bitches backwards (Stupid ass)

They come at me 'bout niggas who I don't even find attractive (Ugh)

I don't know that nigga, I just seened him on the town before

I can't be up her face, I took her nigga down before (Nah)

When I lose a nigga, I just pop out and go find some mo' (Easy)

Soon as I feel like my time get wasted, then it's time to go (Deuces)

They say they don't fuck with' me, but I say they can't fuck with' me (On God)

Just like the air, I'm everywhere, how you say it's up with' me (Huh?)

Them bitches should've stayed down, they could've been up with' me (Too bad)

But all they doin' is talkin' down, 'cause they can't get up with' me (Lame ass)

My ex fuckin' on my old friend, both they ass some fuckin' clowns (Haha)

Thinkin' that she got one up on me, she got my hand-me-downs (Lame ass ho)

He thought he wasn't gon' have to stand on shit, like he was handicap (Thought it was)

Make that nigga stand on that, now his ass can't stand me now

High as fuck, I'm lit (Yuh), I don't smoke no Swishers (Nope)

Slidin' with' my gang and them, look at them like sisters (That's gang)

These bitches be lettin' them go out sad about these niggas (Ugh)

I don't wanna hang with' them, they don't handle business (They can't hang with' us)

They be goin' for anything, but I can't go for none of that (None of that)

Why would I go chase you? If I know you gon' come runnin' back (Fuck 'em up)

Cut everybody off, lately been feelin' like the lumberjack (Fuck 'em)

They really got me fucked up, and I wasn't goin' for none of that (None of that)

She the type, the nigga make her mad she go tweet somethin' (Ugh)

Me, I'm kinda ratchet still so I'm the type to beat somethin' (Beat 'em up)

I can't love you, baby, like yo' bitch do, so don't leave her (Keep that bih')

He gon' choose her every time 'cause it's cheaper to keep her (Hahaha)

Can't say yo' name up in my songs, might not fuck with' you tomorrow (Nah)

Can get my feelings hurt today, I won't give a fuck tomorrow (That's just me)

Ain't fucked up 'bout no credit score, I might be rich as fuck tomorrow (Duh)

Everyday the sun won't shine, but that's why I love tomorrow

Aight, lemme hear that

Unh Unh (Remix) lyrics - GloRilla

(originally by Lil Rey)

GloRilla

Whew

Whew

Lil Rey

Like unh, like unh

(On gang)

They don't want to see no gangster bitches win

Well, the industry den fucked up let these gangster bitches in

They say my 15 minutes up, I'm only 15 minutes in

Before they ever catch me slippin'

I'ma slide and spin again like, uh

Said I was done, well, dude, we back at it again

Said he can't get no ass no more, I'm lookin' back at it again like, uh

Been makin' money, I ain't tryna make no friends

And if you did it gotta stand on that

Ain't makin' no amends (on gang)

Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh (on gang)

Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh

(Ayy)

Hold on, had to let a gangsta nigga in (Yeah)

Niggas talking like it's pressure bitch you know that imma spin

I don't know ya to respect ya, bitch Lil Rey gone stay on 10 (Duhh)

When it come to rappin' bitch nobody fucking wit my pen (On yo mama)

Niggas know that I stay ready for the bullshit (Haa)

Be talking tough until I pop out, then don't do shit (Bitch)

Say it's a problem, imma show em how I do shit

Got niggas on each corner, posted up they all let loose quick

If they say it they won't say that shit to me (Nah)

Lil Rey get turnt and all he aiming for is teeth (Bop Bop)

Bitch I be coolin, chillin, smoking onna tree

They gone call me Top Golf

I'm knockin' noggins off the tee

(On gang)

They don't want to see no gangster bitches win

Well, the industry den fucked up lettin' these gangster bitches in

They say my 15 minutes up, I'm only 15 minutes in

Before they ever catch me slippin'

I'ma slide and spin again like, uh

Said I was done, well, dude we back at it again

Said he can't get no ass no more, I'm lookin' back at it again like, uh

Been makin' money, I ain't tryna make no friends

And, if you did it gotta stand on that

Ain't makin' no amends (on gang)

Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh (on gang)

Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh

Ain't got no BBL, lil' bitch, you must be thick or somethin' (fine ass)

Pussy fat as hell they thinkin' this a dick or somethin' (this a chop')

He ask me, "where I'm at" he must think I'm his bitch or somethin' (hold on)

Tryna put me on yo' friend he must be rich or somethin'

I ain't in these bitches beef, I'm in my motherfuckin' prime

Told 'em, "Leave me out" don't want no parts and I'm not takin' sides

I wonder how my ex doing' wonder, is they still alive?

Probably somewhere in my DMs, constantly motherfucker tryin'

When they be talkin' shit about Chrisean my ass get fuckin' quiet

A lot of hoes in toxic situations, they just keep it private (on God)

They don't want to see no gangster bitches win

Well, the industry den fucked up, let these gangster bitches in

They say my 15 minutes up I'm only 15 minutes in

Before they ever catch me slippin'

I'ma slide and spin again like, uh

Said I was done, well, dude, we back at it again

Said he can't get no ass no more I'm lookin' back at it again like, uh

Been makin' money, I ain't tryna make no friends

And if you did it gotta stand on that

Ain't makin' no amends (on gang)

Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh (on gang)

Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh

Wanna Be (Remix) lyrics - GloRilla, Megan Thee Stallion & Cardi B

These bitches be boring, corny

Pop out new bag, new jewelry

Throwin' ass all on my story

I'll make a photographer horny

I wake up to new hoes on my dick

I be cute, so I pose for a pic

Know they watchin', I blow 'em a kiss

I be actin' like hoes don't exist

Got a black truck that a rap nigga copped me

I pop out make a hoe get anxiety

I pop shit till a nigga gotta block me

And my toes white like Matthew McConaughey

New install to the floor, she flowin'

Ass still ass'n, so I keep throwin'

Skirt ridin' up, so the panties keep showin'

Should I take off on these hoes? (Keep going!)

H-E-A-V-Y (Heavy)

I'm not toxic, I'm deadly

Hoes look a mess and be messy

I pop shit and pop ass on jetski

Hickory, dickory, dock

They take my pic to they Doc

Like give me the shit that she got

Comin' out lumpy (Ewww)

Hoes be chippity chopped

Aye

Hop out the Lamb and I jump in a Cully

Textin' ya man while I lay on my tummy

Ass and titties come out when it's sunny

Guess I'm a teacher since she wanna sub me

She did what? I had no idea

Thought she was on the shelf, IKEA

Hope she talk like that when I see her

Bitch, please, don't nobody wanna be ya

Cheap-lookin' ass hoe

Weak-lookin' ass hoe

Great-value-me lookin' ass hoe

Girl, these bitches be pussy

Delete-every-tweet-lookin' ass hoe

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

Hoe

I don't get left, I'm a leaver

Hoes love me like Justin Beiber

He in love wit Glo, never got da cookie, but got my name tatted

Killer where

Don't know who he killed, I heard dat mane ratted

Never full, when it's time to eat I be his main platter

NYC

New York fashion week

Tommy Hil 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 use to simp so hard, but them my old ways

It's 365 days in a year, couldn't play with me on none of them days

Fuckin' ass, freaky nigga

Don't even wear no condoms

Don't know how to treat a lady

I oughta smack yo' momma

Pussy wet, good-ass neck

So, I talk how I wanna

Save a nigga, who? Bitch, do I look like fuckin' 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

Hoe

I don't get left, I'm a leaver

Hoes love me like Justin Beiber

I'm the B-A-D-D-E-S-T

Same hoes hatin' used to want to be besties

You can get your wig turned like Effie

I don't need insurance 'cause a bitch can't wreck me

Ready

Ooh, now and I'm coming like Freddy

I'm mother

And you know my trick is yo' daddy

Clock that tea

Bitch catch it

You look like a discount me on Etsy

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 hoeing these niggas

He run back to me 'cause you boring a nigga

Fuck is a layover?

I ain't waitin'

I get the bag then I change destinations

These niggas be crazy

I don't blame 'em

I'm a dog, too, I don't wanna change him

He don't wanna he 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

I don't wanna be saved, don't save me

You for everybody, nigga, don't claim me

Hate a nigga tryna tell me what to do

You ain't my daddy, I'm 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

Hoe

I don't get left, I'm a leaver

Hoes love me like Justin Beiber

Go Meg

Go Meg

Go Meg

Go Meg

Go Meg

Go Meg

Go Meg

Get 'em, Glo

Get 'em, Glo

Get 'em, Glo

Get 'em, Glo

Get 'em, Glo

Get 'em, Glo

Get 'em, Glo

Get 'em, Glo

Go C, Go Who

Go C, Go Who

Go C, Go Who

Get 'em C, Go Who

Get 'em C, Go Who

Go Me, uh huh

Go Me, uh huh

Go Me, uh