
#GLAM Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
And I told this bitch don't hit my phone
Boy you Smellin' fruity, just like a cologne
I told this bitch go, don't stay in my zone
Can't fuck with a clone, they be on my bone
And I told this bitch don't hit my phone
Boy you Smellin' fruity, just like a cologne
I told this bitch go, don't stay in my zone
Can't fuck with a clone, they be on my bone
Told this hoe for real
Eat you like a meal
You know I got steel
Tryna' pay the bill
Boy you bet that is a deal
200 Miles, give me the wheel
You know I ball like I'm Shaquille
Smoking on gas, never a pill
Only green stacks, in my pocket, let them hang
Only green stacks, in my pocket, make it rain
Only green stacks, in my pocket, let them hang
Only green stacks, in my pocket, make it rain
And his bitch name, Emma
Got a pistol full of ammo
Boy you better check your grammar
You got no swag, got no Glammer
Hit you in the head, with a hammer
Yea, bag full of money, I'm a spammer
And I told this bitch don't hit my phone
Boy you Smellin' fruity, just like a cologne
I told this bitch go, don't stay in my zone
Can't fuck with a clone, they be on my bone
And I told this bitch don't hit my phone
Boy you Smellin' fruity, just like a cologne
I told this bitch go, don't stay in my zone
Can't fuck with a clone, they be on my bone