Glue

Intro :
Move! Bitch, watch how I move
Stay with the drugs, I don’t fuck with no shrooms
Used to pop pills but bitch now I pop juice
When I turn 22 ima pop me some D’usse

Hook :
If that nigga a shooter, then why he ain’t shoot?
I came in this bitch, and I’m dripping that juice
Feeling like fergi, this goose got me loose
If I spark up a bag, then I’m straight to the moon
And i don’t need a bando, to trap out my room
But I keep me a tooly, it’s stuck like some glue
Stop talking that shit that you not bouta do
If you wanted a problem, you shoulda pulled thru

Verse 1 :
That bitch keep on calling, put her ass on mute
I’m gone off the bean, bitch I’m powered like mew
I’m gone off that lean and yo bitch sippin too
If that Bitch wearing jeans then she not coming thru
I only do dresses, yo bitch wearing leggings
I hit that shit first, I don’t rock with no seconds
I’m stacking them chips, and counting my blessings
I rather get rich then sit back and be second
I don’t give a fuck who up next
Counting up checks, shit and ball on these niggas
I’m breaking they necks
Wonder what’s coming up next
I want my mom in a vette
Walk in that bitch and I turn on the lights
Water my wrist, that bitch Disney on ice
Yo bitch on my dick, and she said it look nice
I told her I’m cool, cause bitch I got a wife
Couple shots at his dome, that a knock out his lights
Why is everything khroam, send his ass to the light
Bitch leave me alone, my nigga flipp said it right
I’m drunk as a bitch, and I’m high as kite
I’m bussing shit and I don’t think twice
I made them racks over night
Yeah I put my bitch on a flight
I sip that henny on ice
Yeah I sip that henny on ice

Hook :
If that nigga a shooter, then why he ain’t shoot?
I came in this bitch, and I’m dripping that juice
Feeling like fergi, this goose got me loose
If I spark up a bag, then I’m straight to the moon
And i don’t need a bando, to trap out my room
But I keep me a tooly, it’s stuck like some glue
Stop talking that shit that you not bouta do
If you wanted a problem, you shoulda pulled thru

Verse 2 :
If I made a rack then I’m bound to make two
Made 20 stacks, Bitch I did it in June
LF the Gang and that shit to the moon
Stay in yo lane or get put on a noose
I go 190 and I hit the cruise
I’m sippin dirty don’t fuck with no brews
You counting ones, bitch I’m counting blues
Stay out my way, or get put on the news
Move! Bitch, watch how I move
Stay with the drugs, I don’t fuck with no shrooms
Used to pop pills but bitch now I pop juice
When I turn 22 ima pop me some D’usse
Niggas talk shit and be hoes
I got the shit for the low
Nigga want smoke he can get it
I got a stick with extension
Talking that shit, he went missing

Hook :
If that nigga a shooter, then why he ain’t shoot?
I came in this bitch, and I’m dripping that juice
Feeling like fergi, this goose got me loose
If I spark up a bag, then I’m straight to the moon
And i don’t need a bando, to trap out my room
But I keep me a tooly, it’s stuck like some glue
Stop talking that shit that you not bouta do
If you wanted a problem, you shoulda pulled thru