Glass House

Nothing was the same I ain't talkin' bout no Drake
Sippin on this red, mix the purple like it's grape
I'm just like the General all pre-Nigo Bape
Woodgrain and I need dat old candy paint
Eh, woke up with a nose bleed
I got cold feet
She said she missed the old me
Now she don't know me
I got it by my lonely
Super dolie
I need the bucket rose seats
Let the doors preach, let the fuckin doors, damn

And my dad said if you got a glass house
Talking all that shit you better watch your mouth
Yeah, my brother kept that burner right there in the house
Yeah, my momma ain't know shit, that's what shit about
Yeah, cruisin' down the 95
Born in '98
Shawty super-duper fine
I can't do no dates
I done put in all my time
I done seen my fate
I done seen the crooked lines
I done seen the fake
Ay, it don't matter, it don't matter
Feel like Nudy when I slide in the SRT
Feel like Skateboard P, with my new Icecreams

Ay, I ride with my same dogs
Shit go left, imma still be with my same dogs
I don't trust no nigga, niggas watch yo bankroll
30 got my back
Keep that shit on tap
Keep that drip on tap
I see through these niggas not impressive
Damn, if he got a problem they gon' press him
Ay, please don't try to lie bout yo intentions
Ay, I want something from you, ay ay
Yeah they want something from me what a surprise, ay ay
Look into my eyes, see dollar signs, ay ay
You a- ay ay ay
Slide down in the coupe this shit bulletproof
This a-hunned proof
Ain't no interlude
Ay, you know where this shit from, this shit isn't new
Ay, you know I'm from 5-7 that's pullin' through