Glisten
(pshh)
Clean your block like a toothpick (uh)
Turn off the lights, but I'm too lit
Not a mechanic, but I keep a toolie (damn)
Said that she love me, aint fool me
Pockets get hefty with bands in the trueys (yeah)
All my old haters they say that they knew me (yeah)
Told em to blow me they turn back to moody
Except for the bitches that already blew me (pshh)
Heart is stone cold I ain't trusting nobody
I thought it was money it's not (damn)
Looked like it rained on the corner its muddy as fuck
But it's because of that wok (that wok)
I'd rather die like a man than live like a coward
Afraid cuz he's talking his shit (his shit)
I'm only focused on gettin' them bands and running up dollars
Can't spend on no bitch (blah)
Start a pandemic with guns I shoot at the oppas
And my shooters made it on news
Aks with 50-round mags we shoot at the oppas
And they dropping like Jordan shoes
Anti-social, I just get all this money myself like fuck it
I don't even move
Don't give a fuck cuz the hate be like music to me
I ain't never need a groove, Nah Nah
Baby don't give me that attitude
You were the one who got in the mood
Haters gon' hate but they giving me views
Views equal money I'm getting them blues
How you gon say that you love me
Then turn your back cuz now you got money and clout
How you gon' leave and dub me
Show the whole world the shit that you really be 'bout
Being the star of the party I gotta hundred bitches off the molly
Going full throttle I'm twisting and turning
While drinking up all this Bacardi
Feeling like carti I got all these bitches on me
These bitches be dressing like barbies
She giving me head so I buy her a 'Rari
Whip is all purple I'm feeling like Barnie
Clean your block like a toothpick (uh)
Turn off the lights, but I'm too lit
Not a mechanic, but I keep a toolie (damn)
Said that she love me, aint fool me
Pockets get hefty with bands in the trueys (yeah)
All my old haters they say that they knew me (yeah)
Told em to blow me they turn back to moody
Except for the bitches that already blew me (pshh)
Heart is stone cold I ain't trusting nobody
I thought it was money it's not (damn)
Looked like it rained on the corner its muddy as fuck
But it's because of that wok (that wok)
I'd rather die like a man than live like a coward
Afraid cuz he's talking his shit (his shit)
I'm only focused on gettin' them bands and running up dollars
Can't spend on no bitch (blah)
Clean your block like a toothpick (uh)
Turn off the lights, but I'm too lit
Not a mechanic, but I keep a toolie (damn)
Said that she love me, aint fool me
Pockets get hefty with bands in the trueys (yeah)
All my old haters they say that they knew me (yeah)
Told em to blow me they turn back to moody
Except for the bitches that already blew me (pshh)
Heart is stone cold I ain't trusting nobody
I thought it was money it's not (damn)
Looked like it rained on the corner its muddy as fuck
But it's because of that wok (that wok)
I'd rather die like a man than live like a coward
Afraid cuz he's talking his shit (his shit)
I'm only focused on gettin' them bands and running up dollars
Can't spend on no bitch (blah)
Start a pandemic with guns I shoot at the oppas
And my shooters made it on news
Aks with 50-round mags we shoot at the oppas
And they dropping like Jordan shoes
Anti-social, I just get all this money myself like fuck it
I don't even move
Don't give a fuck cuz the hate be like music to me
I ain't never need a groove, Nah Nah
Baby don't give me that attitude
You were the one who got in the mood
Haters gon' hate but they giving me views
Views equal money I'm getting them blues
How you gon say that you love me
Then turn your back cuz now you got money and clout
How you gon' leave and dub me
Show the whole world the shit that you really be 'bout
Being the star of the party I gotta hundred bitches off the molly
Going full throttle I'm twisting and turning
While drinking up all this Bacardi
Feeling like carti I got all these bitches on me
These bitches be dressing like barbies
She giving me head so I buy her a 'Rari
Whip is all purple I'm feeling like Barnie
Clean your block like a toothpick (uh)
Turn off the lights, but I'm too lit
Not a mechanic, but I keep a toolie (damn)
Said that she love me, aint fool me
Pockets get hefty with bands in the trueys (yeah)
All my old haters they say that they knew me (yeah)
Told em to blow me they turn back to moody
Except for the bitches that already blew me (pshh)
Heart is stone cold I ain't trusting nobody
I thought it was money it's not (damn)
Looked like it rained on the corner its muddy as fuck
But it's because of that wok (that wok)
I'd rather die like a man than live like a coward
Afraid cuz he's talking his shit (his shit)
I'm only focused on gettin' them bands and running up dollars
Can't spend on no bitch (blah)
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