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I AIN’T GOING
GloRilla
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Whoo! GloRilla
Nigga talkin' 'bout puttin' his motherfuckin' hands on me
He can bet I put his hands on his dick
And play with that and some motherfuckin' jerseys, nigga
Fuck?
On the gang, gang
I ain't goin' for all that ruff me up and grab me by the neck (no)
Nigga put his hands on me, we gon' be smokin' on him next
Nigga don't even want me to walk outside, he know that I'm a threat (huh)
Think that boy obsessed (uh), just to get back to this text (hey)
Nigga text my phone, talkin' 'bout he gon' put his hands on me
Nigga, I ain't goin' for that shit, nah, nah, I'ma die 'bout my respect (whoo)
Keep that nigga checked (whoo), and I got a check (whoo)
Okay, you 'bout that bread (whoo), put it on your head (on the gang)
We gon' find my brother, nigga, must ain't know I was jackin' (the fuck?)
But fuck that shit, he gon' be in the sky next time it happen
Go and pick him out a casket (yeah), put him on the casket (whoo)
This Glock 23 make him sing, don't think that I'm just rappin'
Tappin' in, shoot, rappin', make him dance like Michael Jackson (alright)
These niggas get mad and throw a bitch 50, niggas sassy (ugh)
I'm tellin' you now, this ain't the smoke you want, you better pass it (pass it)
Nigga blowin' my phone down, 'cause he seen me out in Cali'
Poppin' shit, like I ain't got taxes, catch up, you slow like molasses
Talkin' 'bout you gon' put your hands on who? Your son gon' be a bastard (on God)
Cuz' gon' kill you for free, imagine what he'll do for that gaff (huh?)
Ain't even got to call nobody, I'll beat your ass like I'm your master
I ain't goin' for all that ruff me up and grab me by the neck (no)
Nigga put his hands on me, we gon' be smokin' on him next
Nigga don't even want me to walk outside, he know that I'm a threat (huh)
Think that boy obsessed (uh), just to get back to this text (hey)
Nigga text my phone, talkin' 'bout he gon' put his hands on me
Nigga, I ain't goin' for that shit, nah, nah, I'ma die 'bout my respect (whoo)
Keep that nigga checked (whoo), and I got a check (whoo)
Okay, you 'bout that bread (whoo), put it on your head (On the gang)
Big Glo, I'm the leader (hey), I'm finna do mine bigger (uh)
Nigga swing on me, gon' up the ceilin' with this one (stamp that)
Put you with your dead-ass homies, since you say you miss 'em (fuck)
Can't pay Rambo to take his mask off, he like little pistols
Gangster bitch, this pole I got on, me, it ain't for strippin'
Try to hit me, I'ma show your bitch ass you ain't no hitter
Quick to hit a ho, but I ain't gon' do shit to them niggas (bitch-ass)
Them face tattoos don't scare me, I grew up 'round real killers, on the gang
I ain't goin' for all that ruff me up and grab me by the neck (no)
Nigga put his hands on me, we gon' be smokin' on him next
Nigga don't even want me to walk outside, he know that I'm a threat (huh)
Think that boy obsessed (uh), just to get back to this text (hey)
Nigga text my phone, talkin' 'bout he gon' put his hands on me
Nigga, I ain't goin' for that shit, nah, nah, I'ma die 'bout my respect (whoo)
Keep that nigga checked (whoo), and I got a check (whoo)
Okay, you 'bout that bread (whoo), put it on your head (on the gang)
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Bitch-ass nigga gon' meet they motherfuckin' Maker runnin' into me
Ho-ass, nigga, this ain't that
Fuck wrong with you? Bitch-ass nigga
Huh, huh