She look at my eyes and she said they look bloody
You watch how you move cause this sh#t could get ugly
She giving me brain so I don’t gotta study
K in my waistband they thought I got chubby
These b#tches is all on my phone tryna f#ck me
I’m shooting my shots you could call me lil Dudley
Made my way to the top and they said I got lucky
These stupid muf#ckas be doin it for show
VV So cold shake my wrist make it snow
Choppa aim top of his head like a fro
I got it on Xbox I’m really So Glo
I got me some racks but I need me some mo’
My money blew up like I bought all the Doge
Smokin’ this pack cause my dawgs hit the ‘spo
Still getting these racks boy I ain’t even Joe
b#tch imma bat you could come see the lair
Roll up a Jay now I feel like the mayor
My left wrist is flashing it look like a flare
I don’t keep a drum on my Glock it’s a snare
This opp on my block boy you best say a prayer
I left her alone now she think I care
You musta forgot that the kid was a player
I shoot up the party like I’m that boy Harris
I put my phone down picked it up now she tweakin’
These hoes wanna f#ck I feel like the weekend
I’m ripping my clutch skrt off in a demon
My mind is so crazy I think I’m a heathen
b#tch I’m a Playboi I make her Stop Breathin’
Sending shots at your Adams I leave ’em like Steven
I trap by my lonely don’t know how I’m feelin
I hold down the block if its smoke then I’m peeling
If this rap sh#t don’t work hit the block and I’m dealin’
I laugh to the bank u could call me the joker
This thot tried to play me like I’m a controller
My b#tch she so nasty she told me to choke her
Washington Apple it got me on floater
These hoes gettin’ mad man I think they bipolar
I ride in the tank you could call me Lil Soldier
I’m doing these shows man I feel like I’m Oprah
I learned how to jugg once I got a computer
Still scamming the boomers and stackin’ my mula
I move like a zombie dope got me rebooted
I need me some shots imma call up my shooter
Caught a boy lackin then put ’em on youtube
My life like a movie i think I’m on hulu
Find out where you at cause I found all the Blue’s Clues
Leave a hole in you body get built like a Froot Loop
I’m sending these shots so you hid in the casa
You could get licked out your Balenciaga
Fashion killa how my girl wearing Prada
Got flames on the aces I Wak’ in like Flaka
My choppa could sing on your block like the opera
The block it get hot turn yo new ice to water
Rollin with we’ got a new pound of zaza
Don’t pick up the phone if it ain’t about guala
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TAIYO Lyrics – So Glo