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
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