Glassman lyrics

[Intro: Steppa & Luhh Dyl]
Uh-huh, n*gga, n*gga, come on
Ayy
Come on
Uh-huh
Slow down
Uh-huh (A-Lau on the beat)
Look, n*gga, ayy

[Verse 1: Steppa]
I swear the glass done got me rich, can't do no window shoppin'
Get on his ass, could get him hit, but I let lil' bro pop him
Don't do attempts, we tryna tap his head, Deandre Hopkins
My b*tch'll do whatever, tell her shoot, she turn to JuJu Watkins
Might f*ck around and catch a case 'cause every song I rap 'bout plays
I got a b*tch that go both ways, huh, like Zaya Wade
Walk in the bank and I turn clumsy, huh, dropped a slip in Chase
Talkin' 'bout Chase, I see them boys, I'm tryna take 'em on a chase, n*gga

[Verse 2: Luhh Dyl]
I ain't nothin' like your ex, I'm gettin' paid, n*gga (Come on)
Crib big as hell, this b*tch came with a maid, n*gga
I ain't your barber, you can't catch no fade, got my first head in first grade
I done spent some dog sh*t on my sneaks and my shirt Helmut Lang
Okay, I'm with Steppa
Drac' hot like chili pepper, I switch hoes every semester
If I perform and I can't bring my blick, then I'm gon' charge you extra
If you wanna find out who Luhh Dyl is, just go ask Alexa
[Verse 3: Steppa]
I'm with Dyl, hit Detroit, look like the mob
Hit him once, double tap triangle, gave lil' bruh the lob
Baby Drac' got Nicki titties, f*ck 'round, give this b*tch a bob
f*ck the laws, they bring me in, I'ma make 'em do they job, uh
Go pick your homie up, we known for droppin' sh*t
She want her body did, I just might buy the sh*t
Bought the teeth and bought two Cartis
Stayin' down, it's gon' hurt when I start poppin' it
n*gga, mhm (Mhm)

[Verse 4: Luhh Dyl]
Lil' n*gga
I love all my b*tches, bank account six figures
Switch'll change his figure
She want me to pay her bills, I had to Stefon Digg her
Had to use my hands
Had to work my plan
n*ggas said I can't, I can
I get fly like Peter Pan
We goin' rounds, b*tch, move your hand
We huntin' opps like we Iran
No cap, uh-huh
She used to ho, now she a fan
Get head first date and I'm not payin'
[Verse 5: Steppa]
If I ever ask for handouts, you can slap my hand
We kill the opps and make 'em merch, we probably made more shirts than Dapper Dan
Feel like last week, I was crackin' cards, I turned into a rapper, man
Three deep with three K's lookin' for n*ggas like we with the Klan

[Verse 6: Luhh Dyl]
I was in the dark like I'm Batman
His b*tch eat the whole di*k like she Pac-Man
Okay, n*gga talkin' tough, show me a rack then
Yeah, you probably could've flexed, but that was back then
That was back when
Had a bad b*tch, Toni Braxton

[Verse 7: Steppa]
We see them boys, they know they f*cked, they see that matte Benz
Only talk to presidents in my pocket, ain't never had friends
Peanut-butter Glock can't do no jammin', f*ck black, that was the last Gen
If I ever ask for handouts, f*ck it, hit me with the backhand
Labels told me chill and rap, before I sign, see what the trap sayin'
n*gga made a post and died, ain't learned his lesson 'cause he back playin'
They like, "Ain't that lil' Steppa?" Nah, lil' n*gga, that's the glass man

[Outro: Steppa]
Mhm
n*gga, come on
Yeah