Common Denominator

[Intro: Gloss Up & Glorilla]
(Hitkidd, what it do, man?)
Yeah
They said (Glorilla)
Common denominator (Yeah)
Letter to the motherfuckin' opps

[Verse 1: Gloss Up]
Don't it be funny, old friends be tryna link with the opps? (Yeah)
But it's cool 'cause when I see you, all you hoes gettin' dropped
Ho, watch your mouth about that nigga, he the one give me drops (Bitch)
I had a friend for all you hoes, nigga, I took that spot
If I seen me with your nigga, yeah, I'd be mad too
Posted him up on my 'Gram, yeah, that's my lil' boo
Say he ain't never had a thick bitch, darkskin pretty bitch
You try me if you wanna and you not gon' see the end of it

[Verse 2: Glorilla]
These bitches know I'm hot, that's why they always tryna blow a bitch (On God)
They talk about mе daily, but I act like I don't know a bitch (Facts)
Won't play about my whoadies and you gotta know they know that shit
Might just build an ark for all my dogs, somеthin' like Noah did (Gang)
Pop shit on the daily 'cause I know them hoes be watchin' (I know they watchin')
You know you got 'em pressed when they be talkin' from the blocked list (Mad ass)
Like a kid, I do some simple shit and tell 'em, "Watch this" (Look at me)
Me and Gloss still goin' strong, you thought we was gon' stop, bitch? (Huh?)

[Verse 3: Gloss Up]
Ayy, for you hoes in the back, I mean the blocked list
Ho, you gon' need more than a diss to come and knock this (Come with it)
All the shit you droppin', swear to God that shit is floppin'
Bitch, you mad 'cause I been poppin', in your group chats and topics (Yeah)

[Verse 4: Glorilla]
They say they can't see us nowhere or whatever they was talkin' 'bout (The fuck?)
I put this on my daddy, ever since then, we been poppin' out (On my daddy)
All the hoes that hate me linkin' up, I got 'em oppin' out (Opp ass)
They all workin' together, I'm the boss, I got 'em clockin' out

[Verse 5: Gloss Up]
Ayy, somebody come and caption this (Somebody)
Bitch, I'm with my bestie at the bank and we hittin' licks (We hittin' licks)
Just 'cause we don't post it, bitch, don't think that we ain't got it (Don't think it)
Thought she ain't had a route, showed you hoes, now y'all solid, ooh (What you say?)

[Verse 6: Glorilla]
Where they get they info from? Talkin' 'bout I'm a weak bitch
You talkin' gangster now, but back in school, you was a geek, bitch (The fuck?)
Gloss can hit my line for sure whenever that she need shit (Facts)
Yeah, I might be young, but I ain't never had no beat bitch (Nah)

[Verse 7: Gloss Up]
Swear that she a stylist, doin' sixty-dollar laces (Ooh)
I see you hoes' laces like I see them bitches hatin'
I hear you hoes talkin', never seent you bitches' faces (Never)

[Verse 8: Glorilla]
Keep one in the head, give a fuck about no safety (Fah, fah)
They gon' do what to who? Shit, I go everywhere, it's so safety (On God)
Makin' bitches mad, shit, I do that on the daily (I love it)
Ain't shit I love more than makin' bitches hate me (Ooh)

[Outro: Gloss Up & Glorilla]
Yeah, you hoes got me and my best friend fucked up
You hoes need to stop motherfuckin' playin'
They gotta know that
I can fuck you hoes with this nigga and you hoes ain't still ain't fuckin' with me
Fuck you talkin' 'bout? Ayy, what we say? Ayy
We be everywhere they say they is, but still ain't seen them hoes
Ho, we everywhere, fuck you talkin' 'bout?
Ayy, y'all gotta know y'all got us fucked up
And all you hoes linkin' up, y'all ain't shit but some motherfuckin' common denominators, ho
Yeah
Yeah, hoo, hoo
Go best friend, go best friend
Oh, yeah, that my bestie
Hoes mad, haha