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Somebody tell GloRilla I said, "Come and ride this dick like a four wheeler"
You Big Glo' and I'm Big Blow, we can have a baby, name her BlowRilla (Name her BlowRilla)
You just like me, I'm fuck nigga free, I don't fuck with these hoes, nigga (Fuck with these hoes, nigga)
Papi just sent me a load, it's already sold, just got off the phone with him (Phone with him)
Yeah, all the water drippin' off a nigga, bitch, I look like a merman (Merman)
These niggas be actin' like groupies, keep askin' me questions and makin' my nerves bad
Yo' bitch wanna fuck, keep hittin' me up, tryna come see 'bout this third leg (Third leg)
Somebody tell GloRilla I said, "Come and ride this dick like a four wheeler"
You Big Glo' and I'm Big Blow, we can have a baby, name her BlowRilla (Name her BlowRilla)
You just like me, I'm fuck nigga free, I don't fuck with these hoes, nigga (Fuck with these hoes, nigga)
Papi just sent me a load, it's already sold, just got off the phone with him (Phone with him)
Yeah, all the water drippin' off a nigga, bitch, I look like a merman (Merman)
These niggas be actin' like groupies, keep askin' me questions and makin' my nerves bad
Yo' bitch wanna fuck, keep hittin' me up, tryna come see 'bout this third leg (Third leg)
Rubbin' my hands like Stunna while countin' this paper, I signed with the Birdman, Blow
Both eyes open, third eye too, see this shit from a bird's eye view
Nigga play, we gon' murder you
Choppa sang like Erykah Badu
Married to the money, said, "I do" (I do)
Might need me a best man
I'm clutchin' the FN
I punch with my right and shoot with my left hand
That gas and scale, my bread and butter
I'm trappin', I'm fresh out the gutter
I left the city and took all of my niggas with me, this somethin' like Harriet Tubman
Get what I want, some say that I'm stubborn
You play with my money, you niggas in trouble
She wanna link, ho wanna fuck me
Ain't 'bout no paper, then, bitch, it ain't nothin' (Nothin')
Both eyes open, third eye too, see this shit from a bird's eye view
Nigga play, we gon' murder you
Choppa sang like Erykah Badu
Married to the money, said, "I do" (I do)
Might need me a best man
I'm clutchin' the FN
I punch with my right and shoot with my left hand
That gas and scale, my bread and butter
I'm trappin', I'm fresh out the gutter
I left the city and took all of my niggas with me, this somethin' like Harriet Tubman
Get what I want, some say that I'm stubborn
You play with my money, you niggas in trouble
She wanna link, ho wanna fuck me
Ain't 'bout no paper, then, bitch, it ain't nothin' (Nothin')
Nah, this ain't personal, ho, this business
I need my money, I need my percentage
These fuck niggas play and get hit with this glizzy
Shoot with precision, it ain't no missin'
She for the streets, ho for the trenches
I fuck that bitch once, gave her back to the city
Unlike these niggas, I rap what I'm livin'
Still in the trap house, wrappin' these pigeons, let's get it
Bag on his head, go get 'em
All my niggas dope dealin'
Cold heart, nigga, no feelings
Them head hunters, I'll send 'em
I don't trust no bitch or no nigga
These niggas talkin' 'bout they havin' motion, but me and my niggas, we havin' momentum
Thirty shots in this denim
I need my money, I need my percentage
These fuck niggas play and get hit with this glizzy
Shoot with precision, it ain't no missin'
She for the streets, ho for the trenches
I fuck that bitch once, gave her back to the city
Unlike these niggas, I rap what I'm livin'
Still in the trap house, wrappin' these pigeons, let's get it
Bag on his head, go get 'em
All my niggas dope dealin'
Cold heart, nigga, no feelings
Them head hunters, I'll send 'em
I don't trust no bitch or no nigga
These niggas talkin' 'bout they havin' motion, but me and my niggas, we havin' momentum
Thirty shots in this denim
Rap nigga want him a feature, I really don't feel him
Foot on the gas, ain't taking no break
Came up from nothin' and made me a way
Servin' that food, I'll make 'em a plate
My junky need it, I ain't making him wait
Used to eat noodles, now steak in my face
.40 on me when I'm catchin' a play
R.I.P. Cuzo Fishscale
How you gon' flex on a bitch with no weight?
Blow (Blow)
Like, how you gon' flex on a bitch with no weight? (No weight, no weight, no weight)
Foot on the gas, ain't taking no break
Came up from nothin' and made me a way
Servin' that food, I'll make 'em a plate
My junky need it, I ain't making him wait
Used to eat noodles, now steak in my face
.40 on me when I'm catchin' a play
R.I.P. Cuzo Fishscale
How you gon' flex on a bitch with no weight?
Blow (Blow)
Like, how you gon' flex on a bitch with no weight? (No weight, no weight, no weight)
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