Da Truth
Zone 6 nigga, Pyrex Whippa (Pyrex)
Glizock (phew, phew, phew, phew, phew), ayy
They say roses are red, but my FN tips are blue, yeah
I put money over bitches, I don't know 'bout you, yeah
I get money with my niggas I don't know 'bout you, yeah
Glizock handle business, nigga, that ain't nothin' new, yeah
Winter time ridin' with no roof
Or catch me in the summer in a Moncler in my coupe
It's big Glock, and these lil' boys can't do the shit that I do
It's big Glock, nigga, and I got the motherfuckin' juice
It's big Glock, and you know I got the motherfuckin' tool
Yeah, it's big Glock, and you know I let that motherfucker loose
It's big Glock, I ain't playin' by no motherfuckin' rules (bitch)
It's big Glock, and yo' bitch say I'm the motherfuckin' truth (truth, nigga)
I just dropped a deuce of codeine in my Mountain Dew, uh
This shit got me high as fuck, I need a parachute, yeah
This shit got me wired up, I'm tryna keep my cool, yeah
Dumb bitch had tried her luck, I told her I ain't no fool
They say roses are red where this bankroll on me blue (blue)
Yeah, I been flexin' so hard, I ain't got shit else to do
Yeah, I been flexin' so hard, I ain't got shit else to do
Yeah, but ball on these hatin' ass niggas, ain't shit to it
I'm straight up out the trenches, my diamonds came from a Jewish
And I can't trust these bitches, these bitches be havin' cooties
They say money don't grow on trees, I got it then I grew it
I'm cutthroat for real, baby girl, this not a movement (uh-huh)
Yeah, this a lifestyle (yeah), I'm strapped right now
Choppas on me right now, lil' nigga pipe down
I shine like a lighthouse, yeah, bitch I'm iced out
I shine like a lighthouse, yeah, bitch I'm iced out
They say roses are red, but my FN tips are blue, yeah
I put money over bitches, I don't know 'bout you, yeah
I get money with my niggas, I don't know 'bout you, yeah
Glizock handle business, nigga, that ain't nothin' new, yeah
Winter time ridin' with no roof (skrrt)
Or catch me in the summer in a Moncler in my coupe (yeah)
It's big Glock, and these lil' boys can't do the shit that I do (yeah)
Yeah, it's big Glock, nigga, and I got the motherfuckin' juice
Yeah, it's big Glock, and you know I got the motherfuckin' tool
Yeah, it's big Glock, and you know I let that motherfucker loose
Yup, it's big Glock, I ain't playin' by no motherfuckin' rules
Yup, it's big Glock, and yo' bitch say I'm the motherfuckin' truth (the G.O.A.T., nigga)
Glizock (phew, phew, phew, phew, phew), ayy
They say roses are red, but my FN tips are blue, yeah
I put money over bitches, I don't know 'bout you, yeah
I get money with my niggas I don't know 'bout you, yeah
Glizock handle business, nigga, that ain't nothin' new, yeah
Winter time ridin' with no roof
Or catch me in the summer in a Moncler in my coupe
It's big Glock, and these lil' boys can't do the shit that I do
It's big Glock, nigga, and I got the motherfuckin' juice
It's big Glock, and you know I got the motherfuckin' tool
Yeah, it's big Glock, and you know I let that motherfucker loose
It's big Glock, I ain't playin' by no motherfuckin' rules (bitch)
It's big Glock, and yo' bitch say I'm the motherfuckin' truth (truth, nigga)
I just dropped a deuce of codeine in my Mountain Dew, uh
This shit got me high as fuck, I need a parachute, yeah
This shit got me wired up, I'm tryna keep my cool, yeah
Dumb bitch had tried her luck, I told her I ain't no fool
They say roses are red where this bankroll on me blue (blue)
Yeah, I been flexin' so hard, I ain't got shit else to do
Yeah, I been flexin' so hard, I ain't got shit else to do
Yeah, but ball on these hatin' ass niggas, ain't shit to it
I'm straight up out the trenches, my diamonds came from a Jewish
And I can't trust these bitches, these bitches be havin' cooties
They say money don't grow on trees, I got it then I grew it
I'm cutthroat for real, baby girl, this not a movement (uh-huh)
Yeah, this a lifestyle (yeah), I'm strapped right now
Choppas on me right now, lil' nigga pipe down
I shine like a lighthouse, yeah, bitch I'm iced out
I shine like a lighthouse, yeah, bitch I'm iced out
They say roses are red, but my FN tips are blue, yeah
I put money over bitches, I don't know 'bout you, yeah
I get money with my niggas, I don't know 'bout you, yeah
Glizock handle business, nigga, that ain't nothin' new, yeah
Winter time ridin' with no roof (skrrt)
Or catch me in the summer in a Moncler in my coupe (yeah)
It's big Glock, and these lil' boys can't do the shit that I do (yeah)
Yeah, it's big Glock, nigga, and I got the motherfuckin' juice
Yeah, it's big Glock, and you know I got the motherfuckin' tool
Yeah, it's big Glock, and you know I let that motherfucker loose
Yup, it's big Glock, I ain't playin' by no motherfuckin' rules
Yup, it's big Glock, and yo' bitch say I'm the motherfuckin' truth (the G.O.A.T., nigga)
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Writer(s): Markeyvuis Cathey, Kendrick Cannady
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