Intro (Most Likely Up Next) lyrics

[Intro]
I'm sick as f*ck, f*ck this sh*t
Glorilla
(Macaroni made, Macaroni made)

[Chorus]
Ballin' like Ginóbili, coolin' with my homies
Some rockin' red, some purple like some codeine
Your n*gga wanna know me, b*tches think they know me
Say you with the sh*t, I won't believe it 'til you show me

[Verse]
The only wave I'm ever ridin' is the n*gga head
You tryna beef about the n*gga? Baby, I just want his bread, ayy
You say you 'bout that life, I wanna see you shake it
And word to all my whoadies, I wanna see you make it
He heard me rap about that wet-wet, now he wanna know how true it is
And tell that n*gga if I let him hit it, hе gon' be a lunatic
Tell him, "It was nice to know ya," movin' on just likе I'm Ludacris
I'ma have him on the bounty tryna find me like a Frigidaire
Rack some sh*t, keep it pushin', make sure ain't no witness lookin'
Hit the gas, disappear, guess my weed was never here
My gangster n*gga with the MAC and my Hoover n*gga steady stackin'
My Grape n*gga'll get sh*t crackin', my Piru n*gga super jackin'
Ayy, I ain't no killer, but don't push me
Gotta have some dough, lil' n*gga, if you want the cookie
f*ck a chorus, hit up Macaroni, send me a no hook beat
Didn't go to college, but I make a grad b*tch feel like a rookie
They didn't believe me, now I got these different places tryna book me
And yeah, I make somethin' shake, but none of you b*tches ever shook me
Yeah, upgraded to a meal, so now that n*gga wanna cook me
Say he don't like takin' chances, but know that that n*gga took me
Could be the richest b*tch in the game, still gon' need a booster
Or cop a million-dollar cope because I hate them f*ckin' Ubers, ayy
[Chorus]
Ballin' like Ginóbili, coolin' with my homies
Some rockin' red, some purple like some codeine
Your n*gga wanna know me, b*tches think they know me
Say you with the sh*t, I won't believe it 'til you show me