[GloRilla]
GloRilla
Man, people be mad and people be hurt
Don't be listenin' to shit these folks got to say about me
Just come and see what's up with me
You see, know what I'm sayin'?
Like, people be real deal mad
My exes, my old friends, all them hoes mad
Like, they ain't got shit good to say about me
Like, know what I'm sayin'?
(Kokurcho keeps going)
Yeah, turn me up when you do the adlib
[GloRilla & Lil Durk]
Don't tell me nothin' 'bout my exes, man, them niggas sad (They sad)
Might get 'em tatted on my face because them niggas dead (Rest in piss)
Don't tell me nothin' 'bout my old friends, man, them bitches mad (They cut off)
If you don't see them with me now, then you know where they at (The bottom)
Money talk, but I don't answer, fuck collect calls (Fuck the system)
And I be steppin' on these bitches, make they flesh crawl (Ooh-wee)
And I say, "Fuck a nigga," proudly with my neck tall (Fuck 'em)
Then tell 'em throw that neck back for this pussy, boy, this fentanyl (Smurk, It's to die for)
[Lil Durk]
All them hoes still mad at me, right now they ass cooked (Man what?)
Lyin' on me to get some views on your page, you mad sis?
Labels try to pay for fake relationship, it's that rough?
Half you hoes be likin' hoes for real, but we ain't gon' cut you off
I been through the mud, I been on my own, I'm rare (I'm rare)
This the first person I cared about, I'm goin' through phones now (Mhm)
Booka fucked both of my old hoes, they fuckin' hate me now
I just start back makin' love songs, I NDA 'em now (Can't trust 'em, let's get it)
Ain't too rich to fuck my old hoes, I make 'em pay me now (Ah)
Doodie whisper in my ear, "I want GloRilla right now"
Then she lied now, I ain't the dada, bitch don't hide now
We ain't no Wi-Fi, but Elon Musk, I got you verified
I'm the type of nigga spit on her casket at her repass
Might go mini Drac', come from the closet, look like Wee Man (Go)
Trench bitches, they don't care 'bout lashes they want ski masks
I just talked to Shiesty, I got some killers round 'em, ask him (Mm)
This bitch said her nigga just started drinkin', I had to tax 'em (Tax 'em)
Before I had a cat, I had a rat bitch in a Maxima (Skrr, skrr, skrr)
I damn near fucked up three relationships, go and ask 'em (Go)
I just saved your ass (How?)
You just called Dede a rapper, he a killer, nigga
[GloRilla]
Don't tell me nothin' 'bout my exes, man, them niggas sad (They sad)
Might get 'em tatted on my face because them niggas dead (Rest in piss)
Don't tell me nothin' 'bout my old friends, man, them bitches mad (They cut off)
If you don't see them with me now, then you know where they at (The bottom)
Money talk, but I don't answer, fuck collect calls (Fuck the system)
And I be steppin' on these bitches, make they flesh crawl (Ooh-wee)
And I say, "Fuck a nigga," proudly with my neck tall (Fuck 'em)
Then tell 'em throw that neck back for this pussy, boy, this fentanyl (It's to die for)
[GloRilla]
Talkin' 'bout you don't eat no pussy, man, you niggas gay (Eat dick)
Niggas that don't eat no pussy really in the way (Move over)
Back in the day, I always felt sorry for Anna Mae
But now I'll slap the shit out of a nigga he don't eat the cake (Fuck out of here, lil' bruh)
Hittin' the gas when I be ridin' it, I don't use no brakes (Damn)
But he just threw that thirty back and now I need a break (God damn)
He tryna prove a point to me because I made him wait (For real)
Thought that boy was finna slow out, but that shit was great (That's how you feel?)
Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout your BD, man, that nigga ate (Woo)
She be sayin' that he ain't shit, to me, that nigga straight (He really cool)
I'm outside, she probably thinkin' I'ma take her place (I might)
And when she found out it was me, I wish I seen her face (On the gang)
[GloRilla]
Don't tell me nothin' 'bout my exes, man, them niggas sad (They sad)
Might get 'em tatted on my face because them niggas dead (Rest in piss)
Don't tell me nothin' 'bout my old friends, man, them bitches mad (They cut off)
If you don't see them with me now, then you know where they at (The bottom)
Money talk, but I don't answer, fuck collect calls (Fuck the system)
And I be steppin' on these bitches, make they flesh crawl (Ooh-wee)
And I say, "Fuck a nigga," proudly with my neck tall (Fuck 'em)
Then tell 'em throw that neck back for this pussy, boy, this fentanyl (It's to die for)
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