Glen Coco

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Daaaaaaamn...
 Shout out my Marino Gang Niggas
 A$AP Mob Niggas...
 Maxx B., Max G...
 Saan and Naj, and everybody the fuck else...
 They be like 'Chizzy where you at?'
 You know i'm all on my busy shit
 Bought up the DKNY on my illy shit
 Them bitches fake but yo this what it really is
 Swerving on freeways on philly shit
 All on some silly shit
 Gulping the brown, got no etiquette
 My shit ridiculous
 Start to finish i be killing shit 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 bitches is foreign but so is my property
 All of these bitches 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 yall sleep on the months of the progress
 Waking y'all up with y'all own corny watches
 Cuz my shit so silent forget 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 this bitches like thomas
 Whole crew behind us but they in bahamas
 I told them to chill get the fuck out the projects
 Cuz when you legit and you all on your shit
 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 niggas
 Now it's like figure
 I'm making these figures
 Cuz they like my figure in dresses and sneakers
 And for future reference don't ask for no features
 I don't give a fuck 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 boujie, i grind til i'm bleeding
 And that's the blunt truth that you niggas be needing
 Thinking shit sweet til you taste what we dealing
 That molly real bitter it might get you fiening
 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 niggas 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
 WHOO!
 They ain't even peep that nigga
 They ain't even peep that i was on my street swag nigga
 They ain't even see that i be really where i speak at
 I could take the fuckin' streets back nigga
 Shittin' where you eat ass nigga
 Creepin' where you sleep ass nigga
 Never could be my guy
 You'll be going bye bye nigga
 No lie my nigga
 Don't try my niggas
 All black on cuz they really ride my niggas
 Not cuz it's stylish i promise my nigga
 Pay ya homage little bitch 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 niggas...
 In soho with brobro cash out on the denim (all white)
 Them bitches ain't want it
 Them bitches 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 niggas know guns but forgot bout your hands boy
 I'm stunting on you, 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 fucked with i'm changing your plans
 And don't touch my chains
 And don't touch my briads
 And don't touch my money you'll touch a nice fade
 It's like everyday it's a new fucking wave
 New fucking story, some new fucking slaves
 New fucking questions bout who's new today
 Who's competition and who's in my way
 Who's who in music don't matter to me cuz 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 Ah...
 You know i'm all on my busy shit
 Bought up the DKNY on my illy shit
 Them bitches fake but yo this what it really is
 Swerving on freeways on philly shit
 All on some silly shit
 Gulping the brown, got no etiquette
 My shit ridiculous
 Start to finish i be killing shit baby
 Damn...
 Start to finish i be killing shit baby
 

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Duration
03:52
Key
2
Tempo
119 BPM

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