Glitch (feat. Lil M & Yung Forest)

(You hear that Yung Forest?)

Year and a half
Yeah we back, yeah we back
Ima pick up where I fell I'm whippin' on the racetrack
Lil M is flames, and Yung Forest sets the frame
You can't keep us in the lane
Hey, yo! Guap! Come spread the name!
Damn, I haven't slept in days I think it's time I got paid!
I am steppin' up my game, finally got my team to play!
This is my fastest mile, haven't run one in awhile!
I've sat right here in denial, waited months and years for trial, ayy!

Gotta set the pace, gotta, gotta, set the pace!
You know I'm in the race, gonna fly to outer space!
I cannot catch a case, flash these diamonds in your face!
(In your face!)
You cannot win the chase, steal your bitch like second base!
You wanna play? I run the game we play by my rules!
(My game!)
Welcome to class with the professor, this is my school!
(Welcome to class!)
You wanna fuck with us? You better get a step stool!
(Step up!)
Get off my level or I hit you with the new tool!

Whachu gon' do?
Whachu-whachu gon' do?
Fight night mayweather, knock em' out, one, two!
When I pull up make it rain
I got ice like Gucci Mane!
I will never lose the game!
You and me, we ain't the same, bitch!
Whachu gon' do?
Whachu-whachu gon' do?
Pussy gon' shoot!
Your bitch got that attitude!
I pull up with the crew, and we goin' on attack!
Bitch, you won't know what to do, so you better fight back!

Stitch a glitch
Come out of a ditch
You're gonna have to stop me, cuz I ain't no fuckin' snitch!
I stay posted okay!
But I submit with delay!
Between the love, and the pain
We really just need to sing!
Ayy!
Rollin' pin, we spreadin' out the dough!
Don't know what your name is and I'll probably never know
But besides this shit right now
Should I burn it all down?
Or should I come and wring it out and let it all come back around?

Whachu gon' do?
Whachu-whachu gon' do?
Them pussies be cryin', but they do whatever they want to!
If you want that ice, then put them bullets through the whole roof!
But we already got it, we flaunt it all with the whole crew!
Get out my way!
They ridin' on my wave!
I'm like!
Get out my face!
This my personal space!
Got me dashin' away!
Like I'm flash in the rain!
Like its track, ran the race!
Push the button, glitch to outer space!
Push the button, glitch to outer space!
Hold up!

Whachu gon' do?
Whachu-whachu gon' do?
Fight night mayweather, knock em' out, one, two!
When I pull up make it rain
I got ice like Gucci Mane!
I will never lose the game!
You and me, we ain't the same, bitch!
Whachu gon' do?
Whachu-whachu gon' do?
Pussy gon' shoot!
Your bitch got that attitude!
I pull up with the crew, and we goin' on attack!
Bitch, you won't know what to do, so you better fight back!
Yeah!
Bitch you better fight back!
We goin' on attack!
Whachu gon' do? Whachu-whachu gon' do?



Credits
Writer(s): Rian Delucia
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