Glowing Up
You couldn't roll with me
Your flow so iffy
Fuck the world, the way the world cold dissed me
I'm so dizzy
With a dime and she so bitchy
Stella's got me so pissy, when i'm gone, you gon' miss me
Hold up, you got weed nigga roll up
While I get my jean pockets swole up
And when it gets real never fold up
At this point my veins pump cold blood
Fucking with these streets you get no love
My father wasn't 'round so I sold drugs
Messing with these custies getting slow bucks
That's the reason why I had no bucks
It was an issue just to re-up
Now i'm fucking with this music until we up
We in the ghetto very local, hearing sirens out the windows
In the trap laying vocals
If you getting paper baby throw it up
I been grinding hard and now i'm glowing up
They wasn't around and now they showing up
Got these haters sick and now they throwing up
If you getting paper baby throw it up
I been grinding hard and now i'm glowing up
They wasn't around and now they showing up
Got these haters sick and now they throwing up
Shouts to all my real spitters i'm a word smith
On my 25th hour thats my third shift
We don't got the same value, you ain't worth shit
How I look like fucking with a bird bitch?
All I got is hard dick and it's so stiff
I'm getting paper then i'm shitting on your whole clique
They wanna stop me on my track just to chit chat
They ain't wanna see me do it but I did that
Put the money on the table then we split that
Niggas playing but I ain't really with the riffraff
You don't like it, you ain't with it? Make a diss track
I'm a beast nigga, you don't gotta guess that
You mother fuckers crazy, better get back
That ain't my bitch thats why I don't ever stress that
Charge it to the game, where the check at?
Then I dance on the drums like hexed that
I'm in Coral Springs with a Mets hat
The summer come around, we gon' turn up
Some money come around, we gon' turn up
In them New York City streets 'bout to burn up
Burn it up
Burn it up
Burn it up
Burn it up
If you getting paper baby throw it up
I been grinding hard and now i'm glowing up
They wasn't around and now they showing up
Got these haters sick and now they throwing up
If you getting paper baby throw it up
I been grinding hard and now i'm glowing up
They wasn't around and now they showing up
Got these haters sick and now they throwing up
Your flow so iffy
Fuck the world, the way the world cold dissed me
I'm so dizzy
With a dime and she so bitchy
Stella's got me so pissy, when i'm gone, you gon' miss me
Hold up, you got weed nigga roll up
While I get my jean pockets swole up
And when it gets real never fold up
At this point my veins pump cold blood
Fucking with these streets you get no love
My father wasn't 'round so I sold drugs
Messing with these custies getting slow bucks
That's the reason why I had no bucks
It was an issue just to re-up
Now i'm fucking with this music until we up
We in the ghetto very local, hearing sirens out the windows
In the trap laying vocals
If you getting paper baby throw it up
I been grinding hard and now i'm glowing up
They wasn't around and now they showing up
Got these haters sick and now they throwing up
If you getting paper baby throw it up
I been grinding hard and now i'm glowing up
They wasn't around and now they showing up
Got these haters sick and now they throwing up
Shouts to all my real spitters i'm a word smith
On my 25th hour thats my third shift
We don't got the same value, you ain't worth shit
How I look like fucking with a bird bitch?
All I got is hard dick and it's so stiff
I'm getting paper then i'm shitting on your whole clique
They wanna stop me on my track just to chit chat
They ain't wanna see me do it but I did that
Put the money on the table then we split that
Niggas playing but I ain't really with the riffraff
You don't like it, you ain't with it? Make a diss track
I'm a beast nigga, you don't gotta guess that
You mother fuckers crazy, better get back
That ain't my bitch thats why I don't ever stress that
Charge it to the game, where the check at?
Then I dance on the drums like hexed that
I'm in Coral Springs with a Mets hat
The summer come around, we gon' turn up
Some money come around, we gon' turn up
In them New York City streets 'bout to burn up
Burn it up
Burn it up
Burn it up
Burn it up
If you getting paper baby throw it up
I been grinding hard and now i'm glowing up
They wasn't around and now they showing up
Got these haters sick and now they throwing up
If you getting paper baby throw it up
I been grinding hard and now i'm glowing up
They wasn't around and now they showing up
Got these haters sick and now they throwing up
Credits
Writer(s): Linkz Boogz
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