Glitchin

Lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm 'bout to start glitchin' Look, baby, pay attention Told you my fears and they go right out the other ear (Ooh) Showed you these bands and you listen (Ooh) Uh, they in the grass and they slitherin', hmm, you gotta hear when they hissin' Fake-ass rappers tryna be my friend, get lil' bro to spin right on they vid, don't wanna let 'em in, oh Baby mama problems, I be better without it Nowadays, all you wanna do is get in my pockets All on me, George Floyd , can you let me breathe? Put a fuckin' million on my neck, you wanna see me freeze, oh Let her be free, she was for the streets Tryna keep my P 'cause that bitch was me, you know Told bro to read before you take that plea 'Cause if you ever ever eat the cheese, oh Dead silence when we push on that button, you done up The feds watchin', I don't care, I still got it, it's one up Lord, forgive me for the hearts I done broke on the come-up And I still do this often [Chorus]I get money, I'm a playerG's up, hoes down, I won't save herI stay Gucci, roll up all thatStackin' up dollar after dollarI get money, I'm a playerG's up, hoes down, I won't save herI stay Gucci, roll up all thatStackin' up dollar after dollar (Do you hear me?) [Verse 2] Baby, pay attention (Oh) Look, baby, pay attention Uh, it's the same thing every time I'm talkin' to you, will you ever ever listen? Yeah, hey, bae, I thought we was in love I had thought you was a ten, you turned out to be a dub But that's what I get for judgin' the book by its cover Roleplay with the PO to help out my brother Montana said the CO must think he a menace Told bro, "I'll fuck your PO just to shorten the sentence" You already know what we on, get off my dick From the Bronx, got a automatic when I be in the 6 And I move with a stick, three of the goons And I pulled up with my nigga Bundog and he watchin' my six Crunch time, Nun frontline like he settin' the pick I would pass it off, but that would be a fuckin' assist And I wanna score, hot nigga, I'm in the stu' with they broke down body Full dirty chops, niggas talk 'bout hats that they never caught, like Highbridge nigga, I could never fold Remember rackin' up on giffys out of every store [Chorus] I get money, I'm a player G's up, hoes down, I won't save her I stay Gucci, roll up all that Stackin' up dollar after dollar I get money, I'm a player G's up, hoes down, I won't save her I stay Gucci, roll up all that Stackin' up dollar after dollar (Do you hear me?) [Outro] Na-na-na-na-na-na (Ooh) Dollar after dollar (Na-na-na-na-na-na) Na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na