Gladys lyrics

(Humming)
Backwood imported I’m jocing my shorty
I just bought a foreign I’m feelin important (Skrt)
I profile a house but I ain’t pay the mortgage
I tried to flip shorty but she wasn’t for it
I burn in the mornin I’m rollin a forest
I treat the grower just like he a store (Yup)
The ticket get better the more you go north
She think I’m a god but no I ain’t Norse (Uh) Defense (Ooh)
Big choppas on me for defense (Pew)
n*gga might ruin your whole weekend (Weekend) Got a bad b*tch get to freakin’ (Freak)
Mmm-yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Servin a n*gga like soup kitchen (Do)
I’ll pull up with the roof missing (Ooh)
I’ll pull up with your boo missing (Boo) yea (Ooh) Bae just want taste it, cause I got this paper
She like when I’m up but I like when she naked These n*ggas play with me I go get my laser
I’m rapping on beat but I still like blue faces Mm-you know you tapped in if your plug is Asian I told her bring friends, this sh*t could get crazy
A CPN Benz I don’t gotta pay it
Moonrock got me feeling jaded
f*ck up a check and go crazy
You in jail but your b*tch had a baby
Need my pockets all blue like its Navy
I got water and straps like I’m Navy
Ima pull up and spray it not say it
Giving game I don’t think ima play it
Put this ice in my mouth Himalay- it
In the east ima call up my yea
Bankroll, I’m feelin fresh with a bankroll
I’m changing sounds like I change lanes
I’m changing lanes like I change clothes
Just put a down payment on Range Rove-
But that sh*t not in my name though
My mouth the same color as rain though
Mm- if I hit it I might need a raincoat
Kinda dumb but she giving me brain though Smoking skittles can you taste the rainbow f*cked up when I put my trust in a lame hoe
Ran it up got tired of wearing the same clothes
Yea you got b*tches but do you got change though
Fine in highschool but you don’t look the same though
Don’t know Aubrey but I got the Draco
Ima call up my shooter he gon’ let it ring though, yea
When she find out you next she gon’ start acting different, yea My gun having a baby and I think that b*tch started kicking, yea Had to drop my ol’ lady she caught me DMing some b*tches And she started tripping, yea
Check the tracking hope the pack don’t go missing
But it always land when I send
I got some n*ggas asking for pens
If you pull up ima ask where your friends
She not in love she need regular di*k
Why hoes be asking me if I got kids?
Mm- yea
Two seater got two freaks in the Benz
Sickworld I put Leak on the lens
I still don’t speak to my dad, uh
I’m tryna run up these bands, uh
That’s why these n*ggas get mad, uh
I’m popping all of these tags, uh
I got a b*tch with a ass, uh
I give my n*gga my last, uh
Come in this b*tch tryna flash, uh
They call me Cash cause I got this cash
Bae gettin mad I ain’t hit her back
They gettin mad they can’t get a bag
f*ck it I stay with a bag, yea
Cause f*ck it I stay in the trap, yea
And f*ck it I stay with a ratchet
Yea, yea
Got a few ladies that stay getting nasty
Yea, yea
And they go all night call em Gladys