Lyrics

[Intro] Glizzy, whatchu' cookin' up? (Woo!) x3 (Eskedit!) x3 (Dotarachi!) x3 (Look), call me Dot-a-rachi! [Verse] Call me Dotarachi That man back! Extended, it look like a pair of [?]! When we in your venue, I need my deposit, no talkin' They gon' have to pay a check My shawty, he on it, he drillin', lil' bro do the most But I swear he be sayin' less Boot up I'm in [?], no Xanax Foreign car beat when it bagbak Roll up, the opps get it Boy you ain't smokin' no loud That's a bad batch I get some top, I ain't smash that Can't fuck on that bitch, got a bad back Don't fuck with these rappers, it's only my bruddas Have four snatch yo chain, make you bagbak Glizzy got chrome in the [?] Just caught a play off the Cash App (Gang) We standin on business Sprint a van, I packed it up with the killas Cut a thot off, she was up in her feelin's Get some choppa then I'm up and I finish (Aye), snatch a nigga pendant In the trenches, tryna catch a nigga in it Where ya' cut it, then I bag it in a minute Gotta drop, 'cuz they been begging for a minute (Look), a nigga dropped a bag on my head Well go get ya money back All of these fuck niggas on some fed shit They don't know the facts Draco, Draco, tote that motherfucker wit' a shoulder strap Fuck around wit' the lean and the perkys I overslept Grinding hard, it wasn't shit overnight Pack in, it got sent on a flight In [?]-live, I got in wit' my pipe Nigga tweak, then we end 'em to'nite (Then we end 'em tonight) (Look) (Then we end 'em tonight) Know wassup when you come to my city Tryna get these bands Tweakin' wit' the fans On my Instagram goin' live wit' me Don't play crazy Got 'dem forty-fives wit' me In here 'hunnit deep, throwin' B's They like, "He ain't slime, is he?" "Why you talkin' money? He don't have any." Pack touch, i'ma sell it tomorrow Can't tuck this, that fan is too large I had to relax on the pills I'm bossin', I'm sweatin' too hard [Outro] Trap spot do a lotta numbers So you know it's busy Whole lotta free smoke I jus' bought another glizzy Call the gang and pack the sprinter up We hit another city And I love to fuck a check up It wasn't nothin' really (Count up, gang) x3