Glo lyrics

[Intro]
EVILGIANE
Surf Gang b*tch

[Chorus: RealYungPhil]
Damn (damn)
Picture me giving a f*ck (what)
You thought I did, n*gga you dumb
You don't like, but this n*gga be thinking he up
Ain't bout' the money, n*gga imma cut
And I don't want advice I done been through enough
I see the bag down set hut
I see the n*ggas talkin' like they tough (f*ck, damn)
sh*t, you see the gang and you said that we up
I've been working all day but this sh*t kinda fun
I just know I'm eleven they say I'm the one
It's a lot on my plate but I didn't have a crumb
You ain't trynna take no risks you a punk
Stuck in the same spot lookin' dumb
I might grill a n*gga like the sun (sh*t)

[Verse 1: RealYungPhil]
f*ck, imagine if I was a lame (imagine if I was in love)
I'd be like yall n*ggas everyday, I wouldn't put in no pain (loser)
I probably be stuck in my ways (damn)
I probably worry bout the famе (damn)
I be the n*gga take it to thе internet when they speakin' on my name (f*ck, sh*t)
sh*t, I gotta move different (for real)
Thank god he ain't make me like you n*ggas (ho)
With the gang dont follow no new n*ggas (no)
I fell in love with the blues n*gga
You should go and get a clue n*gga
Hell nah I ain't rocking with you n*ggas (nope)
Oh you got robbed, who did it
[Chorus: RealYungPhil]
Damn (damn)
Picture me giving a f*ck (what)
You thought I did, n*gga you dumb
You don't like, but this n*gga be thinking he up
Ain't bout' the money, n*gga imma cut
And I don't want advice I done been through enough
I see the bag down set hut
I see the n*ggas talkin' like they tough (f*ck, damn)
sh*t, you see the gang and you said that we up
I've been working all day but this sh*t kinda fun
I just know I'm eleven they say I'm the one
It's a lot on my plate but I didn't have a crumb
You ain't trynna take no risks you a punk
Stuck in the same spot lookin' dumb
I might grill a n*gga like the sun (sh*t)

[Verse 2: BoofPaxkMooky]
Wait, picture me giving a sh*t
I ain't been down bad inna minute
Nothing alike cause his n*ggas a b*tch
Stop capping boy lie to his b*tch
We just counting some money, I ain't counting on sh*t
And this pack came in but its really a zip
And I threw out the fent, and thats why he be tirppin'
Too many diamonds can't look at my wrist (wrist)
Pull up and send this sh*t off
My brother all cold but he come from the north
My b*tch is Cleo, but she sent that sh*t off
I'm yelling out put like a n*gga play golf
He riding my wave like a n*gga was dolph'
And I stay with the hustle n*gga R.I.P Dolph
And I'm hitting this ho I might bust in her mouth
n*gga he actin crazy or something, he running his mouth
I ain't going sh*t for nothing
I might just stay at the bank cause I'm bussin
No way I'm not saving none
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I ain't going sh*t for nothing
Stay at the bank all day cause I'm bussin