Glick

It ain’t nothing to me
Most these niggas bitches I swear that they groupies
Walking on me talking bout she trynna do me
And I’m hitting a nigga with a hadouken
Run up on me catch a shit bag he can’t even dookie
They like “gun yo ass be tripping boy yo ass a nuisance”
I’m a hidden gem something like Scottie Pippen
Actually I’m not 'cause I don’t do no simpin
You would think my ass from Houston boy these fo’s still tippin
I’m not desperate for no pussy now she think I’m pimpin
Wish a nigga would play I guarantee we clip him
All days work come get a kickin chicken
I still got a partner robbing he be trippin trippin
I know that money coming see my finger itching
I’m tirеd of all your arguin, tired of all your bitchin
Better quit that shit bеfore I get to fishin
Show yo ass how good I am when I’m in that kitchen
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I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t air they bitch ass out
Trynna change but I how I’m feeling I might punch him out
How I catch a play I told my mans go run a route
Really up in real life I don’t need no clout
I fly my guns in every city
I’m in LA with a 50
I’m in Jersey with my cuddy
In the ‘Raq I be with Melo
Keep a thick bitch her booty fat and it move just like jello
If her head good I keep her around
We keep .308’s and chopper rounds