All Glass
Yea-yeah
Steppin' on this shit, slidin' on that shit
Praise the Lord, baby
Yeah, money in the church pot
Your nephew work for me, got bundles in his church socks (ah)
Big bunny rabbit, I drop a package, my youngins down to slide (ah)
Shot up your Escalade, I bought 'em all, Playstation 5
They hold you for three days if you a suspect for a recent murder
You get released if they don't find a witness or the burner
Guess that's why Chapo dug the tunnel and smoked all the workers
Namu Myōhō Renge Kyō, my cocoa, do the Tina Turner
Kyrie Irving, Uncle Fred had his strap to the head
Better get that boy to the doctor before them bullets thread
Hit that nigga twice, he was leakin', but is he dead or not?
Followed him to the hospital, shoot it out in the parking lot
My nuts dropped, first I got money and then the power
Thinks I'm in this shit, like Burberry shirts at baby showers
Shot these kids on her face, give yo wifey a baby shower
East side is the army, go get you a navy tower
What's up, bitch?
'Caine train, nigga, I'ma keep this shit movin', fuck it
'Caine, let's go (haha, yo)
Yeezy's on, but I ain't never seen a Sunday service (na)
They dealin' with some Afghani gangsters made a purchase (ya)
Don't do no crimes with no rappers, nigga, you know the verdict (oh)
They shot up Troy Maserati, I know that nigga nervous
Bitch, I got the shit they hit Rickey with, keep it in the ride
Drop a forty-two seven-fifty on automatic drive
Bitches had to get checked, they neglect to respect a nigga mind
Treat a hoe like André 3000 ain't fuck with Caroline
An undercover Saturday lover, Alex O'Neal
I keep a chicken cluckin', dope fiend fiendin', fuck it, my wheels on
A nigga from the G' with a foreign automobile
And county sheriffs and the feds wanna put me under the jail
Had to back away from the scale, these snakes movin' in tall grass
Ball till I fall, never pass the ball with my bald ass
Aaron Hall fuckin' these hoes, don't need no hall pass
Straight drop right on the table, and it was all glass (all glass)
Ha-ha-ha, yeah, nigga
Straight drop right on the table, it was all glass, walked away
(Walked away, walked away)
Uh
(You got one part of that wrong)
This (this) is not meth (is not meth)
(Is not meth, is not meth)
Steppin' on this shit, slidin' on that shit
Praise the Lord, baby
Yeah, money in the church pot
Your nephew work for me, got bundles in his church socks (ah)
Big bunny rabbit, I drop a package, my youngins down to slide (ah)
Shot up your Escalade, I bought 'em all, Playstation 5
They hold you for three days if you a suspect for a recent murder
You get released if they don't find a witness or the burner
Guess that's why Chapo dug the tunnel and smoked all the workers
Namu Myōhō Renge Kyō, my cocoa, do the Tina Turner
Kyrie Irving, Uncle Fred had his strap to the head
Better get that boy to the doctor before them bullets thread
Hit that nigga twice, he was leakin', but is he dead or not?
Followed him to the hospital, shoot it out in the parking lot
My nuts dropped, first I got money and then the power
Thinks I'm in this shit, like Burberry shirts at baby showers
Shot these kids on her face, give yo wifey a baby shower
East side is the army, go get you a navy tower
What's up, bitch?
'Caine train, nigga, I'ma keep this shit movin', fuck it
'Caine, let's go (haha, yo)
Yeezy's on, but I ain't never seen a Sunday service (na)
They dealin' with some Afghani gangsters made a purchase (ya)
Don't do no crimes with no rappers, nigga, you know the verdict (oh)
They shot up Troy Maserati, I know that nigga nervous
Bitch, I got the shit they hit Rickey with, keep it in the ride
Drop a forty-two seven-fifty on automatic drive
Bitches had to get checked, they neglect to respect a nigga mind
Treat a hoe like André 3000 ain't fuck with Caroline
An undercover Saturday lover, Alex O'Neal
I keep a chicken cluckin', dope fiend fiendin', fuck it, my wheels on
A nigga from the G' with a foreign automobile
And county sheriffs and the feds wanna put me under the jail
Had to back away from the scale, these snakes movin' in tall grass
Ball till I fall, never pass the ball with my bald ass
Aaron Hall fuckin' these hoes, don't need no hall pass
Straight drop right on the table, and it was all glass (all glass)
Ha-ha-ha, yeah, nigga
Straight drop right on the table, it was all glass, walked away
(Walked away, walked away)
Uh
(You got one part of that wrong)
This (this) is not meth (is not meth)
(Is not meth, is not meth)
Credits
Writer(s): Alan Maman, Fredrick Jamel Tipton
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