glider
Whoa!
Pull up, whoa
Full on glide
Think these niggas gettin tired
Get inspired
Talk shit, but don't get higher (aw, shit) She on fire
If you see a nigga right by her
Niggas be sliding
Lame ass nigga he tried her
He tried it, whoa
On the internet bold
He don't really want no static
Bitch I reach my goals
And still act like I don't have it
Niggas kill they self it's a suicide You and I,
Cannot connect we in stupid times, losing time
Nevertheless just respect that I'm true to mine
I can't be pressed, never stressed on wit a stupid grind
I got the benjis invested on Buddha time
Inglewood baby, we back like slavery
Sure know how to make a bitch back track lately
The rap gon' pay me, the facts too crazy
Jonny can't wait for niggas to try it That's my nigga, he solid
Been the shit I use to hide it
I'm so done being modest, ohh
Full murder hornet to a bunch of bees
Aye, let me chill out 'fo he humble me
Clutch player, bitch I hit a bunch of threes
in the the fourth quarter, Robert Horry on the inspo
Send the info
Long as you know what you in fo'
Gotta flinstone, bedrock from the big strokes
Tryna make
God laugh then tell him yo plan
And Ima glide over, won't park ima land yeah
Full on glide
Think these niggas gettin tired
Get inspired
Talk shit, but don't get higher (aw, shit)
She on fire
If you see a nigga right by her
Niggas be sliding
Lame ass nigga he tried her
He tried it, whoa
On the internet bold
He don't really want no static
Bitch I reach my goals
And still act like I don't have it
Big bag
Quarantine got me in a big bag
ARoc did that
Couple hoes want me to switch back
Tell em its Rauzi, then pull off in Masi
I'm tellin the truth, I ain't fuckin with you
Tell me you got it, I can't do no probablys
I'm coming for summer, I hung out the roof
Speed!
Taking off is not a problem
From 0 to 100, quickly down the block
Reach!
When they see you got it poppin
I'm coming for everything I never got
Pray that these basic bitches never claim me
If I had to cut you off, it's cause you draining
Soon as you lose your mind, lose my number
Niggas who've fell off will pull you under
Bitch I been stimulated for Corona
Now it's
A couple M's around the corner
I'm gliding I swear to god
Pull up, whoa
Full on glide
Think these niggas gettin tired
Get inspired
Talk shit, but don't get higher (aw, shit) She on fire
If you see a nigga right by her
Niggas be sliding
Lame ass nigga he tried her
He tried it, whoa
On the internet bold
He don't really want no static
Bitch I reach my goals
And still act like I don't have it
Niggas kill they self it's a suicide You and I,
Cannot connect we in stupid times, losing time
Nevertheless just respect that I'm true to mine
I can't be pressed, never stressed on wit a stupid grind
I got the benjis invested on Buddha time
Inglewood baby, we back like slavery
Sure know how to make a bitch back track lately
The rap gon' pay me, the facts too crazy
Jonny can't wait for niggas to try it That's my nigga, he solid
Been the shit I use to hide it
I'm so done being modest, ohh
Full murder hornet to a bunch of bees
Aye, let me chill out 'fo he humble me
Clutch player, bitch I hit a bunch of threes
in the the fourth quarter, Robert Horry on the inspo
Send the info
Long as you know what you in fo'
Gotta flinstone, bedrock from the big strokes
Tryna make
God laugh then tell him yo plan
And Ima glide over, won't park ima land yeah
Full on glide
Think these niggas gettin tired
Get inspired
Talk shit, but don't get higher (aw, shit)
She on fire
If you see a nigga right by her
Niggas be sliding
Lame ass nigga he tried her
He tried it, whoa
On the internet bold
He don't really want no static
Bitch I reach my goals
And still act like I don't have it
Big bag
Quarantine got me in a big bag
ARoc did that
Couple hoes want me to switch back
Tell em its Rauzi, then pull off in Masi
I'm tellin the truth, I ain't fuckin with you
Tell me you got it, I can't do no probablys
I'm coming for summer, I hung out the roof
Speed!
Taking off is not a problem
From 0 to 100, quickly down the block
Reach!
When they see you got it poppin
I'm coming for everything I never got
Pray that these basic bitches never claim me
If I had to cut you off, it's cause you draining
Soon as you lose your mind, lose my number
Niggas who've fell off will pull you under
Bitch I been stimulated for Corona
Now it's
A couple M's around the corner
I'm gliding I swear to god
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Writer(s): Aaron Holland
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