Bullet in my Glass Cup

Bullet in my glass cup
Load it in my gun I've had enough
I tell these hoe ass bitches they can gargle my nuts (my nuts)
Devil hit my phone tell that bitch I'm turning up
That boy so slow he running Michael soft bin bows
Tickets sold out don't miss your chance to see the show
Let the Mayhem! begin ain't nothing gone stop my glow

Nothing gone stop my glow
I been driving fast no I ain't moving slow
Got to chase a bag don't worry bout a hoe
I'm way over these bitches something like a ghost
Suicidal bitches do the most
She reaching for the Clorox hope she don't choke
Crashed the car but I didn't die in it
Can't kill a man that's already dead bitch
Head against the pole

Bullet in my glass cup
Load it in my gun I've had enough
I tell these hoe ass bitches they can gargle my nuts (my nuts)
Devil hit my phone tell that bitch I'm turning up
That boy so slow he running Michael soft bin bows
Tickets sold out don't miss your chance to see the show
Let the Mayhem! begin ain't nothing gone stop my glow

Nothing gone stop my glow
I been driving fast no I ain't moving slow
Got to chase a bag don't worry bout a hoe
I'm way over these bitches something like a ghost
Suicidal bitches do the most
She reaching for the Clorox hope she don't choke
Crashed the car but I didn't die in it
Can't kill a man that's already dead bitch
Head against the pole



Credits
Writer(s): Manuel Morales
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