Glo! 3 *

Yo bitch hmp
Just to tell me she love me
N she telling me
I be making her wetter
I hit it once and
That’s all that i needed
She screaming my name
Bc i hit it better
Stacking up money
In love with my guala
No i’m not a rat
But i’m counting my cheddar
If she like my music
And she wanna fuck me
It’s no hesitation
You know ima let her

Gotta get rich
I got no other option
Don’t care about fame
I dont fuck witta crowd
She hear my music
And she fall in love
She b blasting my shit
Ain’t no turning it down
Russian creme backwood
It’s filled with exotic
Ain’t smoking no rеggie
I’m smoking on loud
Walk in the room
And you smelling this shit
Yеah this gas is loud that it’s making a sound

I cannot fuck with these niggas they fake
So u know that i gotta get up on my own
Don’t play with yo life cause my Glock gotta dick
These hollowtip bullets b takin yo soul
“fay you the best” bitch you stating the obvious
Telling me shit that i already know
Drop a diss on my name
And i’m taking yo life
Gotta beam on my glizzy
I’m ready 2 go

Can’t trust a bitch they be setting you up
They b working with opps i don’t fw dat shit
Clout chasing niggas be all in my face
Needa take a step back get the fuck off my dick
Niggas be switching and bitches be switching
I cannot believe it it’s making me sick
I’m with my gang n u know they b steppin
They never gon let me go out like a bitch

Moncler on my coat
With some chrome heart jeans
These niggas b bums
They not dressing like me
Whippin up crack
We be serving them feens
You wanna feature
U paying the fee
I just left earth
Yeah i’m feeling this bean
I take two more n now
I cannot see
I’m everything these lil niggas wan b
I take his bitch now she touching on me

(interlude)

Yo bitch hmp
Just to tell me
She love me
N she telling me
I be making her wetter
I hit it once and
That’s all that i needed
She screaming my name
Bc i hit it better
Stacking up money
In love with my guala
No i’m not a rat
But i’m counting my cheddar
If she like my music
And she wanna fuck me
It’s no hesitation
You know ima let her

Gotta get rich
I got no other option
Don’t care about fame
I dont fuck witta crowd
She hear my music
And she fall in love
She b blasting my shit
Ain’t no turning it down
Russian creme backwood
It’s filled with exotic
Ain’t smoking no reggie
I’m smoking on loud
Walk in the room
And you smelling this shit
Yeah this gas is loud that it’s making a sound