Glen Coco lyrics

[Intro]
Damn
Shout out my Marino Gang n*ggas
A$AP Mob n*ggas
Maxx B, Max G
Saan and Naj, and everybody the f*ck else
They be like, "Chizzy, where you at?"

[Verse]
You know I'm all on my busy sh*t
Bought up the DKNY on my illy sh*t
Them b*tches fake, but yo, this what it really is
Swerving on freeways on Philly sh*t, all on some silly sh*t
Gulping the brown, got no etiquette
My sh*t ridiculous
Start to finish, I be killing sh*t, baby
Pull out the Lambo' to park the Mercedes
Whip game all crazy because of
My cadence, my flow, and my bars, and my shows, and my placements
Bugatti, Ferrari, then Maserati
These b*tches is foreign, but so is my property
All of these b*tches got corny ass properties
Ugly, moody, poor as a pauper be
All tryna copy me, can't afford parts of me
I was too humble, I was too modest
I let y'all sleep on the months of the progress
Waking y'all up with y'all own corny watches
'Cause my sh*t so silent, forgot where my watch went
And so many diamonds, can't tell what the time is
All in my space, I be asking where Tom is
Training these b*tches like Thomas
Whole crew behind us, but they in Bahamas
I told them to chill, get the f*ck out the projects
'Cause when you legit and you all on your sh*t
Vacation is valid, the trap always lit
Anyway, I been out stacking my paper
Tryna get richer and richer and richer
So now I charge a couple racks for a picture
And picture me months ago, nothing, no dough
Just some Kool-Aid in pitchers, sharing with n*ggas
Now it's like figure, I'm making these figures
'Cause they like my figure in dresses and sneakers
And for future reference, don't ask for no features
I don't give a f*ck and I never will neither
They ain't believe that your girl had that ether
Now I wear Louboutins with my Adidas
Still chiefin' Keef like I'm Wiz Khalifa
No being bougie, I grind 'til I'm bleeding
And that's the blunt truth that you n*ggas be needing
Thinking sh*t sweet 'til you taste what we dealing
That molly real bitter, it might get you fiendin'
Battling demons and falling on cement
Might have you dreaming, might have you screaming
Bars, not the molly, I know I be scheming
I'm killing these n*ggas and I got good reason
These suckas been winning, I don't like the feeling
I know I'm a goddess, but don't catch no feelings
I'm just being honest, I got too much realness, woo
They ain't even peep that, n*gga
They ain't even peep that I was on my street swag, n*gga
They ain't even see that I be really where I speak at
I could take the f*ckin' streets back, n*gga
sh*ttin' where you eat ass n*gga
Creepin' where you sleep ass n*gga
Never could be my guy
You'll be going bye-bye, n*gga
No lie, my n*gga
Don't try my n*ggas
All black on 'cause they really ride, my n*ggas
Not 'cause it's stylish, I promise, my n*gga
Pay ya homage, little b*tch, I'll kill ya
And don't ever wonder
Don't really know you if you lacking on my number
All very simple
Chynna so chillin', nah, Chynna so gentle
Should've been killed you, but Buddha insisted I wait 'til I'm perfect, I couldn't resist it
It's over for n*ggas
In Soho with bro-bro, cash out on the denim (All white)
Them b*tches ain't want it
Them b*tches ain't wait it 'til they saw me in it (All right)
My vision my vision, you can't see my plans, boy
Y'all n*ggas know guns, but forgot 'bout your hands, boy
I'm stunting on you and your crew and your man
I would say your chick, but she clay in my hands
Quicker than sand, I hope you understand
Not to be f*cked with, I'm changing your plans
And don't touch my chains
And don't touch my braids
And don't touch my money, you'll touch a nice fade
It's like every day it's a new f*cking wave
New f*cking story, some new f*cking slaves
New f*cking questions 'bout who's new today
Who's competition and who in my way
Who's who in music don't matter to me 'cause I'm giving these styles and this crack all for free
It's like I'm a dragon, I'm balling like Z
It's like I'm a Simpson, Apu all the strings (Apu all the strings)
It's like I'm a Simpson, Apu all the strings (Apu all the strings)
It's like I'm a Simpson, A-
You know I'm all on my busy sh*t
Bought up the DKNY on my illy sh*t
Them b*tches fake, but yo, this what it really is
Swerving on freeways on Philly sh*t, all on some silly sh*t
Gulping the brown, got no etiquette
My sh*t ridiculous
Start to finish, I be killing sh*t, baby
Damn
Start to finish, I be killing sh*t, baby