Set the Tone lyrics

[Intro: Aleza]
(Hitkidd, what it do, man?)
A-L-E-Z-A

[Verse 1: Aleza]
See, I'll break a n*gga pockets 'fore I let him break my heart
And these b*tches ain't on sh*t, do all that talkin' 'til I spark
Quick to sell his ass a dream like I'm lucid in the dark
I walked in with pressure on me, building smellin' like some farts
And I got hella n*ggas, I can't pick, they make it hard
All my opps wanna squash beef, but they done took that sh*t too far
He just asked me did I love him? b*tch, you must be gone off bars
I just stuffed my 'Wood with 'za, it got me tweakin', I'm on Mars

[Verse 2: Gloss Up]
All that braggin' 'bout that n*gga got that n*gga f*cked
Told that ho listen to Lil Durk, 'cause, ho, you should've ducked
And I ain't comin' off that n*gga 'less he wipe his face
And I ain't doin' no wifey sh*t because I know my place
Yeah, I got b*tches mad 'cause they facecard can't pull n*ggas
Let me call my n*gga, just know Rambo gon' pull triggers
If I see your n*gga, that's on your life, you won't get him back
Make him bend me over, make him eat this coochie from the back

[Verse 3: Glorilla]
Dropped my last n*gga and start f*ckin' with his big homie
Runnin' through these n*ggas, Lori Harvey ain't got sh*t on me
I know them b*tches watchin', I look like a f*ckin' lick, don't it?
Talkin' 'bout me to that n*gga, bet he know that I'm the sh*t, don't he?
Money can't buy love, but it can buy me that new 'Vette, though
My pockets large, I'm eatin' good, I'm feelin' like a fat ho
Not steppin' on no toes because I'm at these b*tches' neck, ho
Wonder why he love my lil' ass, 'cause he know this pus*y fat, ho
[Verse 4: Slimeroni]
What you lookin' for? You know I'm heat, I'm cookin', ho
Tryna shut me out, motherf*cker, I'ma kick the door
I got the sauce, come lick it, ho, fine as f*ck, no ticket, ho
I be with the gang, yeah, we bang, I don't clique with hoes
It's the queen of the slimes, queen of the dimes
You know I walk in the spot, don't wait in no lines
n*ggas broke than a motherf*cker wastin' my time
I been laughin' at hoes, they really be tryin'
I got all my haters watchin', now's the time for you to clock in
n*ggas don't want smoke, I call my bro, go get your Glock then
b*tch, we run the city, f*ck these n*ggas, man, we top ten
Burst a b*tch bubble 'cause these hoes know I'm poppin'

[Verse 5: K Carbon]
b*tches in my business, Kim, you rap or sell bundles?
Ho, you better watch that n*gga 'fore I make you come up off him
He only a dog to you, I put him on a leash and walk him
Said I'm gon' stop sh*ttin' on b*tches 'cause I do it way too often
Put me on any beat, challenge me, b*tches can't f*ck with me
Lyrically, I'm a beast, on my gang, that's on CGE
You b*tches play, I drop a bag, them members active in the street
I like n*ggas with fire head, when he done, I'm goin' straight to sleep
I like n*ggas with big bread, make a twenty, you can match that
We can't get caught textin', so just hit me through your Snapchat
Opps can't get caught lackin', we put 'em behind a hashtag
Thinkin' that I like, I'm tryna find out where his stash at
[Outro]
Y'all know what the f*ck goin' on
Hold up, Glitter Gang sh*t
Glorilla, b*tch
A-L-E-Z-A
K Carbon, yeah, f*ck y'all thought?
Ayy, they got us f*cked up
b*tches got me f*cked up
Hell nah
Play this sh*t back, Allie