Lyrics

[Intro] I'm sick as fuck, fuck this shit Glorilla (Macaroni made, Macaroni made) [Chorus] Ballin' like Ginóbili, coolin' with my homies Some rockin' red, some purple like some codeine Your nigga wanna know me, bitches think they know me Say you with the shit, I won't believe it 'til you show me [Verse] The only wave I'm ever ridin' is the nigga head You tryna beef about the nigga? Baby, I just want his bread, ayy You say you 'bout that life, I wanna see you shake it And word to all my whoadies, I wanna see you make it He heard me rap about that wet-wet, now he wanna know how true it is And tell that nigga if I let him hit it, hе gon' be a lunatic Tell him, "It was nice to know ya," movin' on just likе I'm Ludacris I'ma have him on the bounty tryna find me like a Frigidaire Rack some shit, keep it pushin', make sure ain't no witness lookin' Hit the gas, disappear, guess my weed was never here My gangster nigga with the MAC and my Hoover nigga steady stackin' My Grape nigga'll get shit crackin', my Piru nigga super jackin' Ayy, I ain't no killer, but don't push me Gotta have some dough, lil' nigga, if you want the cookie Fuck a chorus, hit up Macaroni, send me a no hook beat Didn't go to college, but I make a grad bitch feel like a rookie They didn't believe me, now I got these different places tryna book me And yeah, I make somethin' shake, but none of you bitches ever shook me Yeah, upgraded to a meal, so now that nigga wanna cook me Say he don't like takin' chances, but know that that nigga took me Could be the richest bitch in the game, still gon' need a booster Or cop a million-dollar cope because I hate them fuckin' Ubers, ayy [Chorus] Ballin' like Ginóbili, coolin' with my homies Some rockin' red, some purple like some codeine Your nigga wanna know me, bitches think they know me Say you with the shit, I won't believe it 'til you show me