Dirty Glove

Lyrics

[Intro] (Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt) (Helluva made this beat, baby) [Verse 1] Unky weighing up work (Brrt), he got some scales in the kitchen Getting up and getting to it, making sales, flipping digits I can't leave a bystander, put an L in the witness Boy, who the fuck your jeweler 'cause he failed with your pendant Big body Cullinan, might fish tail and get to wiggle (Skrrt) Everybody sauce getting stale, please don't get offended Akhi catching terabytes through the mail, might get a ticket Pouring Quagy-agey in my gingеr ale, I'm feeling finished (Helluva madе this beat, baby) [Verse 2] Don't do woods, don't do wires (Nah), the gang a herd of buffaloes Turn your lil' bitch to Gabby Douglas, got her touching toes Spot like the Texas Roadhouse, it keep upping rolls (Shit) Shout-out Hutch, got 'em wondering how summer froze (Fuck) All that bitching? Boy, you need some therapy Out of town with a beach view, I need some clarity One of one sneaks on my feet, check the rarity All this free pape', shit, I need to start a charity (Fuck) Twelve month grind, I'll show you true hustle (Swear) Point it at his antlers since he got a Moose Knuckle .308s (Boom), three hunnid blackouts, we don't do tussles Got our balance right, we don't do stumbles (Helluva made this beat, baby) [Verse 3] My mama say I got death on me (Death on me) This some Fendi F's and a check on me (Check) RIP Mari, it's some pain that you done left on me Got a six thousand dollar 'fit out Somerset on me Finally went and got a gun, oh, you a body dropper? Fuck a punch, I'm on the internet with some karate choppers (Punch) She thought the pop knocked her out until the oxy socked her I can't post everything I do 'cause y'all some hobby jockers (Lame) Fuck a three-five, I'm in here facing quarters (Whew) Spot jumping like it's Spud Webb, fiends placing orders (Shit) We'll kidnap your mans, we don't play, we torture They said my music crack like 'caine to snorters (Helluva made this beat, baby) [Verse 4] A bitch gon' do whatever I say Come through drip-dropping, boy, whatever I play Best believe the bullets hurting, boy, whatever I spray I got more pull than your boss so do whatever I say, huh Bitch finally left, mm-hmm, good riddance Brodie on the road on his lone, that's the wolf in him Air fryer on the chopstick, don't get cooked with it (Brrt) Cuddy cook it like my granny, put his foot in it Fully blown bust down, I ain't Plain Janing You be nickling and diming, barely maintaining (Whew) I can have my blinker on, I still ain't lane changing Take Jesus for example, shit, they always hate greatness (Helluva made this beat, baby) [Verse 5] I need all the extras, I need all the extras (Brrt) Shooter hopping out that Trail Blazer, shit, I call him "Drexler" Cuz got 'em hooked like Kareem, shit, he brought some Teslas Six plus with the scams, I could be a fraud professor Got it for the low, I sell it for the high Hitman kiss his barrel then he send him to the sky Shit, it's all fun and games till some pressure get applied Play with one of mines? Go and get some stretchers for your guys Shit, I'm so high, planet Earth what I'm looking at At the point I'm at, hell nah, I ain't looking back (Brrt) Shit (Brrt), I'm on top now (Brrt) Color blind to red, nah, I can't stop now (Helluva made this beat, baby) [Verse 6] Yeah, no effort, buffed up like a pro wrestler T-R-O-N, don't forget them four letters I don't want the lil' petty profit, I'm a wholesaler Tryna pick a fight with one of us? Boy, you know better Going 140, it's a M that I'm flying towards Bitch-ass irritating clerk, I'll buy the store Prime time, balling like the Final Four Finna level up, I ain't in my final form (Nyoom) [Outro] ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia What's the deal, Helly?