Woo, GloRilla
Nigga talkin' 'bout puttin' his muhfuckin' hands on me, nigga better off puttin' his hands on his dick
And playin' with that and some muhfuckin' Jergens, nigga, fuck
On gang, gang
I ain't goin' for all that roughin' me up and grabbin' me by the neck
Nigga put his hands on me, we gon' be smokin' on him next
Nigga don't even want me to walk outside, he know that I'm a threat (Ugh)
Think that boy obsessed, let's get back to this text (Uh, hey)
Nigga text my phone, talkin' 'bout he gon' put his hands on me, nigga
I ain't goin' for that shit, nah, nah, I'ma die 'bout my respect (Woo)
Keep that nigga in check, and I got the check (Woo, woo)
Kill you 'bout that bread, put it on yo' head (Woo, on gang)
Grew up fightin' my brother, nigga must ain't know I was Jackie
But fuck that shit, he gon' be in the sky next time it happen (Stamp that)
Gon' pick him out a casket, put him on a caption
This Glock 23 make him sing, don't think that I'm just rappin'
Tap it, it shoot rapid, make him dance like Michael Jackson
These niggas get mad and throw a bitch-fit, these niggas sassy
I'm tellin' you now, this ain't the smoke you want, you better pass it
Nigga blowin' my phone down 'cause he see me out in Cali
Poppin' shit like I got taxes, catch up, you slow like molasses
Talkin' 'bout you gon' put your hands on who? Yo' son gon' be a bastard (On God)
Cuh gon' kill you for free, imagine what he'll do for that gaffle
Ain't even gotta call nobody, I'll beat yo' ass like I'm yo' master (On God)
I ain't goin' for all that roughin' me up and grabbin' me by the neck
Nigga put his hands on me, we gon' be smokin' on him next
Nigga don't even want me to walk outside, he know that I'm a threat (Ugh)
Think that boy obsessed, let's get back to this text (Uh, hey)
Nigga text my phone, talkin' 'bout he gon' put his hands on me, nigga
I ain't goin' for that shit, nah, nah, I'ma die 'bout my respect (Woo)
Keep that nigga in check, and I got the check (Woo, woo)
Kill you 'bout that bread, put it on yo' head (Woo, on gang)
Big Glo, I'm the lit one, I'm finna do my big one
Nigga swing on me, gon' fuck the city up with this one (Stamp that)
Put you with your dead ass homies, since you say you miss 'em
Can't pay Rambo to take his mask off, he like Lil Pistol
Gangsta bitch, this pole I got on me, it ain't for strippin'
Try to hit me, I'ma show yo' bitch ass you ain't no hitta (Ho)
Quick to hit a ho, but ain't gon' do shit to them nigga
Them face tattoos don't scare me, I grew up 'round real killers, on gang
I ain't goin' for all that roughin' me up and grabbin' me by the neck
Nigga put his hands on me, we gon' be smokin' on him next
Nigga don't even want me to walk outside, he know that I'm a threat (Ugh)
Think that boy obsessed, let's get back to this text (Uh, hey)
Nigga text my phone, talkin' 'bout he gon' put his hands on me, nigga
I ain't goin' for that shit, nah, nah, I'ma die 'bout my respect (Woo)
Keep that nigga in check, and I got the check (Woo, woo)
Kill you 'bout that bread, put it on yo' head (Woo, on gang)
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Bitch ass nigga gon' meet they muhfuckin' match runnin' into me, ho ass nigga
This ain't that, fuck wrong wit' you? Bitch ass nigga
Uh, uh
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