Gleece Season lyrics

[Intro]
Hey, you already know, man
Real Florida sh*t, man, hoppin' on this f*ck n*gga beat, man
You already know how we comin', man
Miami, n*gga
You already know, man, straight up westside sh*t, man, let's go
Hey run that sh*t back though, let's go
For real though, let's go, let's get it

[Chorus]
Worry 'bout no hater
I ain't worry 'bout no ho, I ain't worry 'bout no hater
I ain't worry 'bout no hater, worry 'bout no hater
I ain't worry 'bout no ho, I ain't worry 'bout no hater
I ain't worry 'bout no b*tch, I ain't worry 'bout no hater
I ain't worry 'bout no ho, I ain't worry 'bout no hater
I ain't worry 'bout no b*tch, I ain't worry 'bout no hater
I ain't worry 'bout no ho, ay, ay

[Verse]
I ain't worry 'bout no b*tch, I ain't worry 'bout no hater
These n*ggas talkin' sh*t, till the choppa gon' scrape 'em
Young n*gga out here, countin' all this paper
pus*y ass n*gga, man I'm aimin' at a hater
Gettin' to the paper, gettin', gettin' to the paper
This that money countin' music causе we countin' all the paper
Lil' mama know wassup, you know shе's grinding on the di*k
I'm all in this b*tch man, I’m shinin' with my clique
Young n*gga finna stunt, young n*gga finna win
Young n*gga comin' through, stick you everyday, b*tch
f*ckin' 'round with me, b*tch you better not play me
Already know my swag sicker than the rabies
n*gga gettin' money all day stop playin' with me
Young n*gga gettin' to this bread, b*tch you gon' see
Mouth full of gold, florida n*gga yeah we started that
Tell me where the money at
Out here countin' up, out here hustlin'
pus*y ass n*gga, you ain't gettin' it you ain't hustlin'
These n*ggas talking sh*t, these n*ggas gettin' hit
I don't give a f*ck 'bout these crackers but they gettin' hit
See these crackers slippin' imma come through and rob 'em quick
I don't give a f*ck, you know what's up lil' b*tch
Better suck on this di*k and you know she a freak b*tch
I love me a freak b*tch who love to suck that di*k
n*gga comin' through, puttin' on for the whole team
Whole hood, you already know who the f*ck we be
CC in this b*tch and we gettin' bread
Young n*gga talkin' sh*t but we [?]
f*ck with me I'm comin' through now you have that
Young n*gga out here countin' all this bread
Vampire Money, b*tch I'm countin' all this bread
Vampire bands, b*tch I'm countin' all this bread
Vampire Money, b*tch I'm countin' all this bread
Vampire Money, b*tch I'm countin' all this bread
[Outro]
f*ck n*gga stop playin' with me man
That part n*gga
Miami boys f*ck n*gga
Miami Dade County 305 n*gga
Yeah
That part b*tch