Glo

Lyrics

[Intro] EVILGIANE Surf Gang Bitch [Chorus: RealYungPhil] Damn (damn) Picture me giving a fuck (what) You thought I did, nigga you dumb You don't like, but this nigga be thinking he up Ain't bout' the money, nigga imma cut And I don't want advice I done been through enough I see the bag down set hut I see the niggas talkin' like they tough (fuck, damn) Shit, you see the gang and you said that we up I've been working all day but this shit kinda fun I just know I'm eleven they say I'm the one It's a lot on my plate but I didn't have a crumb You ain't trynna take no risks you a punk Stuck in the same spot lookin' dumb I might grill a nigga like the sun (shit) [Verse 1: RealYungPhil] Fuck, imagine if I was a lame (imagine if I was in love) I'd be like yall niggas everyday, I wouldn't put in no pain (loser) I probably be stuck in my ways (damn) I probably worry bout the famе (damn) I be the nigga take it to thе internet when they speakin' on my name (fuck, shit) Shit, I gotta move different (for real) Thank god he ain't make me like you niggas (ho) With the gang dont follow no new niggas (no) I fell in love with the blues nigga You should go and get a clue nigga Hell nah I ain't rocking with you niggas (nope) Oh you got robbed, who did it [Chorus: RealYungPhil] Damn (damn) Picture me giving a fuck (what) You thought I did, nigga you dumb You don't like, but this nigga be thinking he up Ain't bout' the money, nigga imma cut And I don't want advice I done been through enough I see the bag down set hut I see the niggas talkin' like they tough (fuck, damn) Shit, you see the gang and you said that we up I've been working all day but this shit kinda fun I just know I'm eleven they say I'm the one It's a lot on my plate but I didn't have a crumb You ain't trynna take no risks you a punk Stuck in the same spot lookin' dumb I might grill a nigga like the sun (shit) [Verse 2: BoofPaxkMooky] Wait, picture me giving a shit I ain't been down bad inna minute Nothing alike cause his niggas a bitch Stop capping boy lie to his bitch We just counting some money, I ain't counting on shit And this pack came in but its really a zip And I threw out the fent, and thats why he be tirppin' Too many diamonds can't look at my wrist (wrist) Pull up and send this shit off My brother all cold but he come from the north My bitch is Cleo, but she sent that shit off I'm yelling out put like a nigga play golf He riding my wave like a nigga was dolph' And I stay with the hustle nigga R.I.P Dolph And I'm hitting this ho I might bust in her mouth Nigga he actin crazy or something, he running his mouth I ain't going shit for nothing I might just stay at the bank cause I'm bussin No way I'm not saving none [?] I ain't going shit for nothing Stay at the bank all day cause I'm bussin