Glarin’ (Stem Edit) lyrics

[Intro]
I need a McLaren
I need a McLaren

[Chorus]
I need a McLaren
Hating ass hoes catch 'em glarin'
Catch them staring at my woman
And you mad you not her, you looking crooked
Yeah, we pull up in McLaren's
Hating ass n*ggas get to starin'
Yeah they hatin', n*ggas basic
I'm at the top floor hoe, you in the basement
You in the basement

[Verse]
I'ma make love to my wifey
Light the candles if I don't I'll be trifey
Lil Yachty with these other hoes, one nighting
.40 on my Gucci bag, no fighting
Glock inside my Benz like Smokepurpp, while I smoke purp
I can't save a hoe, no church, n*gga no church
Pull up on the scene, new gun with a three burst
All of my n*ggas got Uzi's on them, n*gga no Vert

[Bridge]
How you gonna dance on my turf?
n*gga don't even know my worth
Pull up on him like damn
Lay him dead in the damn dirt
R. Kelly with it, I'm gon' flirt
Bullet hit his ass, it's gon' hurt
All I know is put in work
All I know is put in work
Let's go!
[Chorus]
Hating ass hoes catch 'em glarin'
Catch them staring at my woman
And you mad you not her, you looking crooked
Yeah, we pull up in McLaren's
Hating ass n*ggas get to starin'
Yeah they hatin', n*ggas basic
I'm at the top floor hoe, you in the basement
You in the basement