Anyways, Life's Great… (2022)

• No More Love
• PHATNALL
• Tomorrow 2
• Unh Unh
• Blessed
• Get That Money
• Nut Quick
• F.N.F. (Let's Go)
• Out Loud Thinking
• Ex's (Phatnall Remix) (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
• Nut Quick (Remix)
• Get That Money (Remix) (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
• Don't Kno Remix (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)

No More Love lyrics - GloRilla

Oh, I can't help us

GloRilla

I just need a little bit, Oregan love

Oregan love

(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)

Sometimes I just sit back and just wonder, "What's my purpose here?" (I don't know)

I need an answer ASAP 'cause I'm gettin' a little nervous here (Woo)

If they can't see your worth, you gotta let 'em know they worthless here

And they can't see me boss the bottom bitches get no service here

Was tryna make them happy, I forgot about my own peace

He tried to let me hold the Glock, but bae, I got own piece

Ain't nobody gas me up, I always went off my speed

Nah, ain't nobody gas me up, I pulled up with my own weed

I believed in me back then when nobody supported me (Ayy)

They all on my dick, but months ago, they was ignoring me (Huh?)

Last year, I got pregnant, but the mission got aborted, B

How the hell you hatin' on me and you having way more than me?

The fuck?

Then, just like, with bitches, like, everybody can't go to the top with you

And it's like God see that shit

Like he just get to letting people reveal they true colors and, like, they real self

Like, then the crazy part about it is you really be fuckin' with folks, then

It be crazy, like, you be fucked up when they really have— You really have to say, "Bye," to they ass

We was solid as a rock, but 'bout that paper, had to cut some hoes

It was fuck the world with them, but now I'm just like, "Fuck them hoes" (Fuck 'em)

Catch one of them bitches now, no doubt I'll probably up that ho (Baow, baow)

And it really makes me mad because I really love them hoes

We ain't even fall out, we just don't talk, what the dissin' 'bout?

Now you hangin' with the hoes who we be talkin' shit about

Start fuckin' with that nigga, then you got up on that weird shit

But I ain't even say nothin' 'cause you'd probably say I'm weird, bitch

Always put on for my bitch, I used to wear my friend shirt

Swear to God, I feel it in my body when my friend hurt (Swear to God)

So many hoes done switched on me, I'm startin' to hate the friend word

Callin' me that shit is like the white folks sayin' the N word

On God

And it just be real shit, you know what I'm sayin'?

Then last thing I'm talkin' 'bout is these motherfuckin' niggas

Like, I put them last 'cause I feel like that's the last reason

Like, you 'posed to be bullshitting or falling out

But, you know, sometimes, that shit happen

Like, that love shit crazy

Like, you just gotta take shit as lessons though

Everything be happenin' for a reason

Middle finger to my exes, choppin' off my ring finger

The last one told me he was different, but his ass the ringleader

Tried to get an older guy, but he ain't know a thing either (Dumbass)

Niggas used to sleep on me, but they wasn't in my dream either

Couldn't no nigga shoot they shot, I had you at the free throw

But nigga, you is foul as hell, your points is at a zero

And you need to got to church 'cause you don't practice what you preach, ho

I used to be your ride or die, but now I'm in the streets, ho

Yeah, he used to pipe me down and make me act a plum-ass

But go be with your friends 'cause you fit right in with they bum ass

They see you really fumbled, now they callin' you a dumbass

'Cause you just lost a million fuckin' dollars with your dumb ass

On the gang (Fuckin' dummy)

And that's just real shit, you know what I'm sayin'?

Like, I'm the voice for the females, you know what I'm sayin'?

The females that probably don't wanna speak up and say that shit on a track, like

I'ma say that shit though

Yeah

Young, wealthy, and ratchet shit only, you know what I'm sayin'?

Big Glo

Yeah, uh, uh

I don't want no love, yeah

Uh, yeah

Uh, yeah

PHATNALL lyrics - GloRilla

GloRilla

Man, people be mad, and people be hurt

Don't be listenin' to shit these folks say about me

They come and see what's up with me

As if, know what I'm sayin'?

Like, people be real-deal mad

My ex, and my old friend, like, them hoes mad

Like, they ain't got shit good to say about me

Like, know what I'm sayin'?

([?])

Hahaha

And turn me up when you do the ad-libs

Don't tell me nothin' 'bout my exes, man, them niggas sad (They sad)

Might get 'em tatted on my face because them niggas dead (Rest in piss)

Don't tell me nothin' 'bout my old friends, man, them bitches mad (They cut out)

If you don't see them with me now, then, you know where they at (The bottom)

Money talk, but, I don't answer, fuck collect calls (Fuck the system)

When I be steppin' on these bitches, make they flesh cry (Ooh-wee)

Then, I say, "Fuck a nigga," proudly with my neck tall (Fuck 'em)

Then, tell 'em throw they neck back for this pussy, boy, this Fentanyl (It's to die for)

Don't go off what that nigga told you, boo, that nigga hurt (He fucked up)

He 'posed to [?] me today, but, I don't even love him (Nigga miss me)

He tried to take a dime for granted, he ain't see my worth (Took a L)

Keep tryna see the good in him, but, he might do you worse (Bitch, run)

She might act up on a nigga who ain't actin' right (Why you do that?)

'Cause I'll be damned a nigga make me lose my appetite (Nah, fuck that)

And, all my exes dead to me, I hit they candlelight (Wee)

Drop a ho, and added ten new more, this shit some magic, right? (Yeah)

And, if I ever fall in love again, that nigga rob (He different)

And, I can tell if he a peon, let that nigga talk (Just listen)

Better not hold no ho for ransom, let that nigga go (Cut him loose)

You braggin' 'bout how you got four, but, what that nigga bought? (Stupid ass)

Don't tell me nothin' 'bout my exes, man, them niggas sad (They sad)

Might get 'em tatted on my face because them niggas dead (Rest in piss)

Don't tell me nothin' 'bout my old friends, man, them bitches mad (They cut out)

If you don't see them with me now, then, you know where they at (The bottom)

Money talk, but, I don't answer, fuck collect calls (Fuck the system)

When I be steppin' on these bitches, make they flesh cry (Ooh-wee)

Then, I say, "Fuck a nigga," proudly with my neck tall (Fuck 'em)

Then, tell 'em throw they neck back for this pussy, boy, this Fentanyl (It's to die for)

Talkin' 'bout you don't eat no pussy, man, you niggas gay (Like dick)

Nigga dead don't eat no pussy, really get in the way (Move over)

Back in the day, I really felt sorry for anime

But, now I slap the shit out of a nigga if he don't eat the cake (Fuck out of here lil' bro)

He hit the gas, and I be wildin', I don't use no brakes (Damn)

But, he just threw that .30 back, now, I need the brakes (God damn)

He tryna prove a point to me because I made him wait (For real)

Thought that boy was finna slide 'bout it, but, shit was great (That's how you feel?)

Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout yo' BD, man, that nigga ate (Whoo)

She be sad, and he ain't shit to me, that nigga straight (He really cool)

I'm outside, she probably thinkin' I'm gon' take her place (I might)

And when she found out it was me, I wish I seen her face (On gang)

Don't tell me nothin' 'bout my exes, man, them niggas sad (They sad)

Might get 'em tatted on my face because them niggas dead (Rest in piss)

Don't tell me nothin' 'bout my old friends, man, them bitches mad (They cut out)

If you don't see them with me now, then, you know where they at (The bottom)

Money talk, but, I don't answer, fuck collect calls (Fuck the system)

When I be steppin' on these bitches, make they flesh cry (Ooh-wee)

Then, I say, "Fuck a nigga," proudly with my neck tall (Fuck 'em)

Then, tell 'em throw they neck back for this pussy, boy, this Fentanyl (It's to die for)

Tomorrow 2 lyrics - GloRilla & Cardi B

[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?

P-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 more (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 gang)

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 (Hahahaha)

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 'nem, 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?(Fuckin' dumb)

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 your 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 your 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)

Every day the sun won't shine, but that's why I love tomorrows

[Cardi B:]

Ridin' with my twin and 'nem (Skrrt), and we all look good as fuck (Gang)

She say she my opp but I don't know her, had to look her up (Fuck is you?)

I know that I'm rich, but I can't help it, bitch, I'm hood as fuck (Woo)

I've been on these bitches neck so long, sometimes my foot get stuck (Ah)

I can't put you in my business (No), you might wish me dead tomorrow (Yeah)

Bitches be on dick today, sing every word of "Up" tomorrow (Go)

Bitch, I still got cases opened, keep your mouth shut tomorrow (Shh)

Play with me today then get some sleep, you know it's up tomorrow (Woo)

Fake bitch, that's why my friend fucked on your nigga (Ah-ha)

Both you bitches pussy, I think y'all should scissor (Ah-ah-ah)

She bought a chain, I bought the same one, even bigger (Bitch, it's bigger)

She throwin' shots, that's how I know I got her triggered (Ah)

I don't speak dog, ho (Woof), I don't care what no bitch say (No)

I stay on her mind, I got condos in that bitch head (Ah)

She say she don't fuck with me (Who?), who said that you can, ho? (Never)

That nigga a munch and he gon' eat me like a mango

Long ass weave, it be ticklin' my ass crack (Ah)

Wonder what I'll do tomorrow that these hoes will be mad at (Huh?)

All y'all bitches sweet, and I always get my lick, boo (Facts)

I, I fight for my bitches and I'm fightin' over dick too (That, that, Cardi)

[GloRilla:]

Can't say your 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

Ain't fucked up 'bout no credit score, I might be rich as fuck tomorrow (Duh)

Every day the sun won't shine, but that's why I love tomorrow

Can't say your 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)

Every day the sun won't shine, but that's why I love tomorrows

Unh Unh lyrics - GloRilla

GloRilla

(AClef Vibes on the beat)

Woo, woo, uh

Like, unh, like unh

(Cheese, his name is Cheese)

Okay

They don't want to see no gangster bitches win

We're in the industry, fucked up, let these gangster bitches in

They say my fifteen minutes up, I'm only fifteen 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 he did, he got to stand on that, ain't makin' no amends (On gang)

Uh-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, uh

He want my number, had to hit him with the "Uh-uh," like uh

Shout out to Cali', I'm in Cali', I'm like, "Uh-uh" (Boom, baow, baow)

Coochie candy, when he eat it, he go dumb, dumb

Like, uh-uh, uh-uh

Uh-uh, uh-uh

Put some boots on, I snatch a nigga with no ass (No ass)

He tellin' me he love me, do them other bitches know that? (Huh?)

He say he love me, told him he can tell his ho that

And, I really just be vibin', I don't see why they be so mad (Mad ass)

They say they the game, but, I don't know 'em, then, I blast his ass (He's lyin')

Hotel in Miami, get backshots on the balcony (Baow, baow)

Black niggas like they bitches red like a lil' battery

Money making cutie, I'm a gangster nigga fantasy (On God)

They don't want to see no gangster bitches win

We're in the industry, fucked up, let these gangster bitches in

They say my fifteen minutes up, I'm only fifteen 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 he did, he got to stand on that, ain't makin' no amends (On gang)

Uh-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, uh

Ain't got no BBL, lil' bitch, you must be thick or somethin' (Lyin' ass)

Pussy fat as Hell, they thinkin' this a dick or somethin' (This a chop')

He ask me, "Rhyme it," 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 the way, 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'

The neighbor talk, she a bad bitch, 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

We're in the industry, fucked up, let these gangster bitches in

They say my fifteen minutes up, I'm only fifteen 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 he did, he got to stand on that, ain't makin' no amends (On gang)

Uh-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, uh

Blessed lyrics - GloRilla (feat. Yo Gotti)

GloRilla

Woo, ayy

On the gang

On the, on the gang

He got ninety-nine problems and the biggest one is me (Yup)

He got all of these lil' bitches and the biggest one is me (Yup)

Keep a mug up on my face, I know they tryna get the tea

I don't be fucked up 'bout nothin' 'cause I be smokin' weed

It's cool to have a man, but that ain't somethin' I need

And sweetie, if you want lil' buddy back, you gotta tell me please (Tell me please)

Money long, check (Check), pussy good, check (Let's go)

Mama straight, check (Ayy), right now I'm feelin' blessed

Right now I'm on they ass and I don't plan on lettin' up (Fuck 'em)

We probably wouldn't be poppin' shit if nobody was mad at us (Ahh)

I'd rather give the people hope, it's pointless to be givin' fucks

Cuban 'round my neck, look like my opps when they be linkin' up ('Cause they pissy)

Ayy, I'm in Cali now, now I'm in NYC

On the way to MIA (Where you from?), but I'm from Tennessee

Livin' in the suburbs now, I still got ratchet tendencies (On the gang)

I'm juiced up, now they throwin' shots, I still be drinkin' Hennessy (Ooh-wee)

My yellow bumpin' ass, I'm feelin' like a speed bump (Ayy)

All these labels watchin', lookin' at me like I need help

My cousin in a toxic situation, need to free her

See me at the top, a ho can't pay me shit to meet up (On the gang)

Bills paid, check (Let's go), edges slayed? Check (Yeah)

Bitches hatin'? Yup (Hahaha), do it faze me? Uh-uh

Pussy clean? Yup, you shop on Shein? Yup

They makin' memes (Hahaha), on the gang

He got ninety-nine problems and the biggest one is me (Yup)

He got all of these lil' bitches and the biggest one is me (Yup)

Keep a mug up on my face, I know they tryna get the tea

I don't be fucked up 'bout nothin' 'cause I be smokin' weed

It's cool to have a man, but that ain't somethin' I need

And sweetie, if you want lil' buddy back, you gotta tell me please (Tell me please)

Money long, check (Check), pussy good, check (Let's go)

Mama straight, check (Ayy), right now I'm feelin' blessed

She got ninety-nine problems, I can solve every one

She got nine to ten niggas, I may rob every one

I'ma north nigga, rep them three numbers, 901

Man, I'm paranoid, I ain't goin' nowhere without a gun (I am)

When I tell a ho that blicky extendo stickin' out her purse (Purse)

And she know I fucked her friend, but we tryna make that shit work

And we both come from the bottom (Bottom), matchin' APs, rockin' Prada

I may let her count a couple million dollars

Get the pussy wet, man, you a gangster on the internet (Twitter)

Ninety-nine opps but where yo' shooters at? (What y'all shootin' at?)

I got ninety-nine soldiers and I can feed every one

All the guys that got a bond, I freed every one

I got five or six homes, I got ten or twelve cars

I ain't trickin' to no bitch 'fore I take care my niggas behind bars

She say I'm thinkin' with' my dick, I guess I'm thinkin' really hard (Hard)

'Cause I'Il give a bitch a check before I give a ho my heart (Yeah, on the gang)

He got ninety-nine problems and the biggest one is me (Yup)

He got all of these lil' bitches and the biggest one is me (Yup)

Keep a mug up on my face, I know they tryna get the tea

I don't be fucked up 'bout nothin' 'cause I be smokin' weed

It's cool to have a man, but that ain't somethin' I need

And sweetie, if you want lil' buddy back, you gotta tell me please (Tell me please)

Money long, check (Check), pussy good, check (Let's go)

Mama straight, check (Ayy), right now I'm feelin' blessed

Get That Money lyrics - GloRilla (feat. Niki Pooh)

[GloRilla:]

Don't be scared to ask that nigga for some money, ask that nigga for some money (Woah, woah, woah, woah)

He won't hesitate to ask you for no booty (Woah, woah)

Booty— (Woah)

Booty— (Woah)

Booty— (Woah)

Boo— Boo— Boo— Boo— Booty (Yeah)

Baby, get the motherfuckin' money (Oh, yeah)

Money, hundreds, we can't do no hunch (Uh-uh)

I ain't got to box, you know exactly how I'm comin' (Shit)

I ain't sellin' names, but, I ain't ridin' dick for nothin' (What?)

The way you should be gettin' fucked but askin' me for money (Huh?)

I ain't trickin', if you got it, baby

You know what I'm sayin' (Yeah)

Got to pay me for this combo', 'cause you know I got man

We ain't got to link, so, give me that

Copy, paste this tag (Give me that)

Talkin' bad, you need to see me first

Pussy boy, you playin' (Bull-shittin')

Fix yo' mouth to answer that (You better)

Matter of fact, break his ass (Yeah)

Talkin' 'bout he ain't eat the coochie, it ain't hard to make his ass (On God)

Who say work and play it out?

I know bitches gettin' the bag

But, if you got to make somethin' shake, girl, you better shake that ass

Don't be scared to ask that nigga for some money, ask that nigga for some money (Woah, woah, woah, woah)

He won't hesitate to ask you for no booty (Woah, woah)

Booty— (Woah)

Booty— (Woah)

Booty— (Woah)

Boo— Boo— Boo— Boo— Booty (Yeah)

Baby, get the motherfuckin' money (Oh, yeah)

[Niki Pooh:]

Me, H, to the motherfuckin' O, to the E

That's what these niggas call me, 'cause they know I wanna freak

How the Hell you mad because this pussy ain't for free? (What?)

If you can ask for ass, then, I can ask you for your cheese

Now, come on sister, sis', let's keep it real

How the Hell you scared to tell that nigga how you feel?

One day, he with another bitch, actin' all in love and shit

Prime example, reason why you always 'posed to break the trick

'Cause ain't no freebies, bae, and ain't no sense in tryin' (Nope)

And, if you broke and ain't got money, ain't no sense in lyin'

See, first thing first, we never have to waste no fuckin' time

'Cause, I'ma let you know it's strictly money on my mind

[GloRilla:]

Don't be scared to ask that nigga for some money, ask that nigga for some money (Woah, woah, woah, woah)

He won't hesitate to ask you for no booty (Woah, woah)

Booty— (Woah)

Booty— (Woah)

Booty— (Woah)

Boo— Boo— Boo— Boo— Booty (Yeah)

Baby, get the motherfuckin' money (Oh, yeah)

Girl, you better shake that ass

Booty— (Woah)

Booty— (Woah)

Booty— (Woah)

Booty— (Woah)

Booty— (Woah)

Booty— (Woah)

Booty— (Woah)

Booty— (Woah)

Girl, you better shake that ass

Booty— (Woah)

Booty— (Woah)

Booty— (Woah)

Booty— (Woah)

Don't be scared to ask that nigga for some motherfuckin' money

Booty— (Woah)

Booty— (Woah)

Booty— (Woah)

Girl, you better shake that ass

Booty— (Woah)

Booty— (Woah)

Booty— (Woah)

Booty— (Woah)

Booty— (Woah)

Booty— (Woah)

Girl, you better shake that ass

Booty— (Woah)

Booty— (Woah)

Booty— (Woah)

Don't be scared to ask that nigga for some motherfuckin' money

Don't be scared to ask that nigga for some money, ask that nigga for some money (Woah, woah, woah, woah)

He won't hesitate to ask you for no booty (Woah, woah)

Booty— (Woah)

Booty— (Woah)

Booty— (Woah)

Boo— Boo— Boo— Boo— Booty (Yeah)

Baby, get the motherfuckin' money (Oh, yeah)

Nut Quick lyrics - GloRilla

(If you don't get the fuck out of here, what are you doing here?)

(GloRilla)

(The fuck they lame ass doin'?)

I'm probably finna come in and out on this joint

(Hoo, hey)

I could've been the president, the way I lead these niggas on (Glo for president)

Say I might be racist by the way I do these niggas wrong (Maybe I am)

If it's ever me or her, then you won't have to choose, I'm gettin' gone (Ah)

Ain't never been no pick me bitch, I'm quick to leave a nigga 'lone (On the gang)

I'm a raw-ass bitch, but swear to God I can't be fucked with (On God)

Found out I was pregnant, got it gone and I ain't fuck since (Outta there)

He thought I would be crazy after sex, but I ain't nothin' (Haha)

He could've been my favorite sneaky link, but he just nut quick (Why you do it?)

He thinkin' he that nigga, but not knowin' who this bitch is (What the fuck?)

Cocky motherfucker, I ain't askin' who no bitch is (Fuck a bitch)

He like to see me ride it from the front just like a windshield (Ayy)

He know that I'm a Big Mac and them other hoes some kids meals (Yuh)

I think that I'm speakin' on 'em every time they see me drop (Hatin' ass)

Noddin' they head mad as hell knowin' they wanna give me props (Haha)

It's bitches that congratulate me knowin' they wanna see me flop (Mad ass)

It's niggas in my DM tryna drop a lo' to give me top

If the nigga head was fire, put his haircut on my tab

Boy be tryna clock the pussy, pussy boy, you on my time (Stupid-ass nigga)

Was 'bout to fuck with what's-his-name again, but was like, "Never mind" (Never mind, man)

'Cause if that ho ain't with me now, that nigga ass wasn't never mine (On God)

I could've been the president, the way I lead these niggas on (Glo for president)

Say I might be racist by the way I do these niggas wrong (Maybe I am)

If it's ever me or her, then you won't have to choose, I'm gettin' gone (Ah)

Ain't never been no pick me bitch, I'm quick to leave a nigga 'lone (On the gang)

I'm a raw-ass bitch, but swear to God I can't be fucked with (On God)

Found out I was pregnant, got it gone and I ain't fuck since (Outta there)

He thought I would be crazy after sex, but I ain't nothin' (Haha)

He could've been my favorite sneaky link, but he just nut quick

First date, meet me at the mall since he say he boss enough (Okay)

And I'ma put that nigga back if he say it cost too much (Broke ass)

They know I'm a star, I got 'em reachin' like a motherfucker (Hey)

Cut them bitches off 'cause they was leechin' like a motherfucker (Leechin' ass)

When it comes to niggas, I ain't worried 'bout no other hoes (Nah)

They probably gon' kiss his ass, I'ma make him suck my toes

They scared to make that nigga mad, I talk to him like a ho (Bitch-ass nigga)

Young niggas don't like breaking bread, that's why I like my niggas old (Yuh)

Thinkin' that I give a fuck, that's where they be fuckin' up

Know I gotta try a bitch if she actin' tough as fuck (Come here, bitch)

Of course I gotta lie and shit just to get a nigga bucks

Ain't even got a caption on this shit because they know what's up (On God)

I could've been the president, the way I lead these niggas on (Glo for president)

Say I might be racist by the way I do these niggas wrong (Maybe I am)

If it's ever me or her, then you won't have to choose, I'm gettin' gone (Ah)

Ain't never been no pick me bitch, I'm quick to leave a nigga 'lone (On the gang)

I'm a raw-ass bitch, but swear to God I can't be fucked with (On God)

Found out I was pregnant, got it gone and I ain't fuck since (Outta there)

He thought I would be crazy after sex, but I ain't nothin' (Haha)

He could've been my favorite sneaky link, but he just nut quick

F.N.F. (Let's Go) lyrics - Hitkidd & GloRilla

[Glorilla:]

(Hitkidd, what it do, man?)

Glorilla

Let's go

Woo, woo, hey

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)

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)

Like 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 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)

Like let's go (At the red light twerkin' on them headlights)

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

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

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

Out Loud Thinking lyrics - GloRilla

(KB too brazy)

(Ayo, Kxnzo)

When they treat you like the strongest, it make you the weakest (Preach)

The one that always gon' come through when anybody need it (I got you)

But my pride so big that if I need it, I keep it a secret (I'm good)

So if I ever ask for help, that mean I really need it (Facts)

Sometimes I wanna hear I love you 'cause I really need it (I needed that)

And if I ever said I love you, then I really mean it (I meant that)

Used to think that love was blind until I actually seen it (Fuck love)

To cut you off, don't need no scissors now, just need a reason

Million dollar vision, they won't see it how you see it (It's a blessing)

I'm careful with my heart 'cause they won't treat it how I treat it (It's special)

Dropped one ho and got ten more 'cause, ayy, that shit was easy (Want 'em all)

But I kept doubling back 'cause they don't eat it how you eat it (Not at all)

And I ain't ask them folks for nothing, just believe in me (That's all)

'Cause what I'm bringing to the table, man, we all can eat (Let's ball)

But they don't even understand how much it mean to me (At all)

They ass don't even know this shit ain't just a dream to me (Swear to God)

My life a movie, it's a lot of shit behind the scenes (Action)

Fuck the social sites, it's too much capping on them things (All that 'flaging)

Lately, I've been to myself, nah, I don't wanna link (I'm good)

My eyes so on the prize right now that I don't wanna blink (On God)

Had too many bitches in my circle, it ain't fit right (We was deep)

Them hoes was flop, I try to see it from the flip side (Shit was weak)

Made 'em stand on what they did 'cause it ain't sit right (Got 'em out of there)

I could've did them bitches wrong, but shit, I did right

I ain't fucked up 'bout no nigga, but a nigga got me fucked up (On the gang)

He thinkin' he a player, boy, your sorry ass in trouble (Stupid)

Livin' single and I'm happy, I ain't tryna be a couple (Nah)

Tryna triple all my income now, I gotta do some doubles

Man, money come and go so fast, I blow it like a bubble (Blow it like a bubble)

And these bitches counterfeit, they ain't a hundred, I can't trust 'em (Bitches fake)

I be givin' it to 'em raw, that's why I'm quick to yell out, "Fuck 'em" (Fuck 'em)

Ayy, money make me cum and I be quick to get some money (Just like that)

They askin' why I ain't gave up (Nah), I got a hundred reasons

It's 2020, but you gotta keep that tunnel vision (I see through it)

Bitches two-faced, had me thinkin' I had double vision

And I can't make you be a hundred, love, that's your decision

Ayy, man, ayy

Anyways, life's great, man

I'm live from the pen' once again, man

Free me, free big Broad Day, man

I'ma be home soon, man

You have one minute remaining

Yeah, man, y'all know I'm gonna talk my shit, man

Ayy, man, they know, man, I been told y'all a long time ago this shit gon' take off, man

Y'all sleep, what y'all doing? Y'all ain't on this GloRilla

Come on, man

Anyways, life's great, man

I'ma be home real soon, man

They thought I was gone, I'm damn near home, jack

Free the gang, you hear me?

Let's go

Yeah, big shit, free Rambo, bitch

Slatt

Ex's (Phatnall Remix) lyrics - GloRilla (feat. Lil Durk)

[GloRilla:]

GloRilla

Man, people be mad and people be hurt

Don't be listenin' to shit these folks got to say about me

Just come and see what's up with me

You see, know what I'm sayin'?

Like, people be real deal mad

My exes, my old friends, all them hoes mad

Like, they ain't got shit good to say about me

Like, know what I'm sayin'?

(Kokurcho keeps going)

Yeah, turn me up when you do the adlib

Don't tell me nothin' 'bout my exes, man, them niggas sad (They sad)

Might get 'em tatted on my face because them niggas dead (Rest in piss)

Don't tell me nothin' 'bout my old friends, man, them bitches mad (They cut off)

If you don't see them with me now, then you know where they at (The bottom)

Money talk, but I don't answer, fuck collect calls (Fuck the system)

And I be steppin' on these bitches, make they flesh crawl (Ooh-wee)

And I say, "Fuck a nigga," proudly with my neck tall (Fuck 'em)

Then tell 'em throw that neck back for this pussy, boy, this fentanyl (Smurk, It's to die for)

[Lil Durk:]

All them hoes still mad at me, right now they ass cooked (Man what?)

Lyin' on me to get some views on your page, you mad sis?

Labels try to pay for fake relationship, it's that rough?

Half you hoes be likin' hoes for real, but we ain't gon' cut you off

I been through the mud, I been on my own, I'm rare (I'm rare)

This the first person I cared about, I'm goin' through phones now (Mhm)

Booka fucked both of my old hoes, they fuckin' hate me now

I just start back makin' love songs, I NDA 'em now (Can't trust 'em, let's get it)

Ain't too rich to fuck my old hoes, I make 'em pay me now (Ah)

Doodie whisper in my ear, "I want GloRilla right now"

Then she lied now, I ain't the dada, bitch don't hide now

We ain't no Wi-Fi, but Elon Musk, I got you verified

I'm the type of nigga spit on her casket at her repass

Might go mini Drac', come from the closet, look like Wee Man (Go)

Trench bitches, they don't care 'bout lashes they want ski masks

I just talked to Shiesty, I got some killers round 'em, ask him (Mm)

This bitch said her nigga just started drinkin', I had to tax 'em (Tax 'em)

Before I had a cat, I had a rat bitch in a Maxima (Skrr, skrr, skrr)

I damn near fucked up three relationships, go and ask 'em (Go)

I just saved your ass (How?)

You just called Dede a rapper, he a killer, nigga

[GloRilla:]

Don't tell me nothin' 'bout my exes, man, them niggas sad (They sad)

Might get 'em tatted on my face because them niggas dead (Rest in piss)

Don't tell me nothin' 'bout my old friends, man, them bitches mad (They cut off)

If you don't see them with me now, then you know where they at (The bottom)

Money talk, but I don't answer, fuck collect calls (Fuck the system)

And I be steppin' on these bitches, make they flesh crawl (Ooh-wee)

And I say, "Fuck a nigga," proudly with my neck tall (Fuck 'em)

Then tell 'em throw that neck back for this pussy, boy, this fentanyl (It's to die for)

Talkin' 'bout you don't eat no pussy, man, you niggas gay (Eat dick)

Niggas that don't eat no pussy really in the way (Move over)

Back in the day, I always felt sorry for Anna Mae

But now I'll slap the shit out of a nigga he don't eat the cake (Fuck out of here, lil' bruh)

Hittin' the gas when I be ridin' it, I don't use no brakes (Damn)

But he just threw that thirty back and now I need a break (God damn)

He tryna prove a point to me because I made him wait (For real)

Thought that boy was finna slow out, but that shit was great (That's how you feel?)

Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout your BD, man, that nigga ate (Woo)

She be sayin' that he ain't shit, to me, that nigga straight (He really cool)

I'm outside, she probably thinkin' I'ma take her place (I might)

And when she found out it was me, I wish I seen her face (On the gang)

Don't tell me nothin' 'bout my exes, man, them niggas sad (They sad)

Might get 'em tatted on my face because them niggas dead (Rest in piss)

Don't tell me nothin' 'bout my old friends, man, them bitches mad (They cut off)

If you don't see them with me now, then you know where they at (The bottom)

Money talk, but I don't answer, fuck collect calls (Fuck the system)

And I be steppin' on these bitches, make they flesh crawl (Ooh-wee)

And I say, "Fuck a nigga," proudly with my neck tall (Fuck 'em)

Then tell 'em throw that neck back for this pussy, boy, this fentanyl (It's to die for)

Nut Quick (Remix) lyrics - GloRilla (feat. Trina)

[GloRilla:]

(If you don't get the fuck out of here, what are you doing here?)

(GloRilla)

(The fuck they lame ass doin'?)

I'm probably finna come in and out on this joint

(Hoo, hey)

I could've been the president, the way I lead these niggas on (Glo for president)

Say I might be racist by the way I do these niggas wrong (Maybe I am)

If it's ever me or her, then you won't have to choose, I'm gettin' gone (Ah)

Ain't never been no pick me bitch, I'm quick to leave a nigga 'lone (On the gang)

I'm a raw-ass bitch, but swear to God I can't be fucked with (On God)

Found out I was pregnant, got it gone and I ain't fuck since (Outta there)

He thought I would be crazy after sex, but I ain't nuttin' (Haha)

He could've been my favorite sneaky link, but he just nut quick (Why you do it?)

He thinkin' he that nigga, but not knowin' who this bitch is (What the fuck?)

Cocky motherfucker, I ain't askin' who no bitch is (Fuck a bitch)

He like to see me ride it from the front just like a windshield (Ayy)

He know that I'm a Big Mac and them other hoes some kids meals (Yuh)

I think that I'm speakin' on 'em every time they see me drop (Hatin' ass)

Noddin' they head mad as hell knowin' they wanna give me props (Haha)

It's bitches that congratulate me knowin' they wanna see me flop (Mad ass)

It's niggas in my DM tryna drop a load to give me top

And if that nigga head was fye, put his haircut on my tab

Boy be tryna clock the pussy, pussy boy, you on my time (Stupid-ass nigga)

Was 'bout to fuck with what's-his-name again, but was like, "Never mind" (Never mind, man)

'Cause if that ho ain't with me now, that nigga ass wasn't never mine (On gang)

I could've been the president, the way I lead these niggas on (Glo for president)

Say I might be racist by the way I do these niggas wrong (Maybe I am)

If it's ever me or her, then you won't have to choose, I'm gettin' gone (Ah)

Ain't never been no pick me bitch, I'm quick to leave a nigga 'lone (On the gang)

I'm a raw-ass bitch, but swear to God I can't be fucked with (On God)

Found out I was pregnant, got it gone and I ain't fuck since (Outta there)

He thought I would be crazy after sex, but I ain't nuttin' (Haha)

He could've been my favorite sneaky link, but he just nut quick

[Trina:]

Don't you never let a nigga treat you like a fucking napkin

When you bring the whole table make him bring all of that back in

Get this ass clapping, or we diss rapping

Nut quick in my pussy, all them blogs gon' be laughing

Send him back to his bitch

Yeah, it's cheaper to keep her

I ain't never been a pick me baddest bitch

I ain't a keeper

Team trappers and the killers

Pussy like Don's river

I got options on the line, who's the best ass licker

Thought you had me? Thought you could bag me (Nah)

You out a rabbit ass mind, you'll never find me

Told that nigga go on with them chickens

Or blind me with all them riches

In the parking lot with my bitches, we in high heels with switches

[GloRilla:]

I could've been the president, the way I lead these niggas on (Glo for president)

Say I might be racist by the way I do these niggas wrong (Maybe I am)

If it's ever me or her, then you won't have to choose, I'm gettin' gone (Ah)

Ain't never been no pick me bitch, I'm quick to leave a nigga 'lone (On the gang)

I'm a raw-ass bitch, but swear to God I can't be fucked with (On God)

Found out I was pregnant, got it gone and I ain't fuck since (Outta there)

He thought I would be crazy after sex, but I ain't nuttin' (Haha)

He could've been my favorite sneaky link, but he just nut quick

Get That Money (Remix) lyrics - GloRilla (feat. Gloss Up & NikiPooh)

Oh yeah

Don't be scared to ask that nigga for some money

Ask that nigga for some money

He won't hesitate to ask you for no

Booty, booty, booty

Boo-boo-boo-boo-booty

You better get that motherfuckin' money (Oh yeah)

Money, hundreds, we can't do no hunchin' (Uh-uh)

I ain't gotta bust, he know exactly how I'm comin', shit

I ain't sellin' ass, but I ain't ridin' dick for nothin (What?)

No way you should be gettin' fucked, but askin' me for money (Huh?)

It ain't trickin' if you got it, baby, you know what I'm sayin' (Yeah)

You gotta pay me for this convo, 'cause you know I gotta man

We ain't gotta link to give me that, copy and paste this tag (Give me that)

Talkin' 'bout you need to see me first, pussy boy, you playin' (Bullshittin')

Fix your mouth to ask for that, matter of fact, break his ass (Yup)

Talkin' 'bout he don't eat the coochie, it ain't hard to make his ass (On the gang)

Who said workin' played out? I know bitches gettin' that bag

But if you gotta make somethin' shake, girl, you better shake that ass

Don't be scared to ask that nigga for some money

Ask that nigga for some money

He won't hesitate to ask you for no

Booty, booty, booty

Boo-boo-boo-boo-booty

You better get that motherfuckin' money

Aye (Oh yeah)

Money good, I'ma ask a nigga for money even though my money good

Think he eatin' ass without no cash, I wish you would

You trickin' all season, so let's get that understood

Pussy poppin' on his wallet as it motherfuckin' should

I'ma rich bitch, make him have a deep fit

Money comin' like a movie, bitch, you bet not miss this

Hell naw he can't get this, scratched him off the hit list

Get the money, get no pussy, make the nigga have a bitch fit

I can't hesitate, if I need it I'ma ask

It's not for debate, you can come on with that cash

You don't got it, baby, it's nice to meet ya

I need a nigga with money, you can go sit on the bleachers

Yeah

Don't be scared to ask that nigga for some money

Ask that nigga for some money

He won't hesitate to ask you for no

Booty, booty, booty

Boo-boo-boo-boo-booty

You better get that motherfuckin' money (Oh yeah)

Aye

Me, H to the motherfuckin' O to the E (That's me)

That's what these niggas call me, 'cause they know I want a fee (Yup)

How the hell you mad because this pussy ain't for free? (What?)

If you can ask for ass, then I can ask you for your cheese (Cheese)

Now come on, sista-sis', let's keep it real

How the hell you scared to tell that nigga how you feel? (Huh?)

One day, he with another bitch, actin' all in love and shit

Prime example, reason why you always supposed to break the trick (Break 'em, break 'em)

'Cause ain't no freebies, bae, and ain't no sense of tryin' (Nope)

And if you broke and ain't got money, ain't no sense in lyin' (Never)

See first thing first, we never have to waste no fuckin' time (Okay)

'Cause I'ma let you know, it's strictly money on my mind (Money, money, money)

Don't be scared to ask that nigga for some money

Ask that nigga for some money

He won't hesitate to ask you for no

Booty, booty, booty

Boo-boo-boo-boo-booty

You better get that motherfuckin' money (Oh yeah)

Girl, you better shake that ass

Girl, you better shake that ass

Don't, don't be scared to ask that nigga for some motherfuckin' money

Girl, you better shake that ass

Girl, you better shake that ass

Don't, don't be scared to ask that nigga for some motherfuckin' money

Don't be scared to ask that nigga for some money

Ask that nigga for some money

He won't hesitate to ask you for no

Booty, booty, booty

Boo-boo-boo-boo-booty

You better get that motherfuckin' money (Oh yeah)

Don't Kno Remix lyrics - GloRilla

He like, "We gon' see each other today?" I'm like, "Where your ho at?" (Where your ho at?)

Nigga see me poppin' shit and now he want his ho back (It's too late now)

Got his name saved in my phone as "Don't Answer," ayy (Ayy, ayy)

But if I'm drunk enough, I might just fuck around and answer (Ayy, let me see that phone)

Nigga toxic, he don't wanna text, he tryna come and see me (God)

How the fuck we go from arguin' to me bustin' on his VVs? (What the fuck?)

Pussy got some knockout, make a nigga catch a DV (Bah, bah)

Made his ass an ex, he was about to be my BD

(Thank you for calling Planned Parenthood)

I be like, "I'm done with him, this time, that nigga blew it" (On God, I'm done)

'Til he come and fuck the brains outta my ass and get me back stupid (I love him)

We just fuck from time to time, in public, that's my young nigga

He say I'm a player, he know I'm just havin' fun with 'em (None of that shit serious)

Nah, he say I'm a dirt bike, I get nasty when I ride it, uh

Told him eat the cake like Anna Mae, he better not bite it, ayy (Eat the cake)

Bitch, I'm gettin ripped tonight, shit got me excited (On gang)

And yeah, he got a bitch, I asked him why he didn't invite her

Man, why you ain't, didn't invite the bitch, man?

I told you the ho could've came, man

I got this ho all on my motherfuckin' dick

Whole time, I'm still ain't comin' off your motherfuckin' ass, on the gang

Way he lick me like a cigar, it's smoke about that nigga (On the gang)

He callin' me his rider, but we fuckin' in the bitch car (Nigga fucked up)

He thinkin' that I love him 'cause I say that when we fuckin'

Got that nigga tryna lock in, I can't clock in, that's your bitch job (Just the ho job)

Be tellin' folks he cut me off, his scissors dull as hell (What?)

And if they sit up and believe his ass, they just as dumb as him (Stupid-ass niggas)

Hate when niggas be on lame shit, tellin' people that they fucked me (Lame-ass nigga)

But I'm the type to put it on my life that you ain't touch me (Swear to God)

Let a nigga get to playin' with me, I'm quick to yell out fuck him

Go to sleep and get on business the next day like it wasn't nothin', ayy (It wasn't shit)

When it come to niggas, I'm a urinal, I take no shit

And, baby, I'm the one, I don't come second after no bitch (Swear to God)

He know I'm a different bitch, so I ain't worried 'bout his bitches (nah)

And he don't ask me who I'm fuckin', nigga know it ain't his business (Shh)

He ain't tryna fall in love with me, he know I got them niggas (Glorilla, bitch)

We 'posed to be in love, so he can't get me out the picture (Pose)

Every time I get drunk, he the nigga I'ma call on

Gotta keep a couple niggas in the cut, though, just to fall on

Have his face all in my ass, then go and get in bitches' faces (Ugh)

Probably why they lookin' shitty, bitches know they can't replace me

On the gang

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