THE GLITCH! Lyrics

Light this hoe up Smoke

Yeah

Just been sitting over here counting these racks up man

You know that shit don't stop

Racks

Racks

All my niggas stay on 10 and all we know is win

Pussy play with gang we load that box up, all my niggas spin

Since he talking tough up on that live I'm knocking off his chin

I just sit back thumbing thru these 20s, 50s, Benjamins

I get hella 100s, i love touching blue face money

Hit your hoe I'm in her stomach

I know you seeing how I'm coming

I took your lil hoe but i really don't want her

Take a hit of my za you'll get put in a coma

I stay to myself cuz I'm really a loner

Stop asking for bread, do I look like a donor

I been out the way I'm popping shit all by myself my life is great

I just took your bitch, I bent her over she wet like Crystal Lake

She asked me can she shake that shit, i told that bitch "not on my face"

She twerking on my pants, she say I'm hard, this 30 on my waist

Excuse me where's my manners bitch I'm VB man its nice to meet you

I get hella racks all by myself lil baby, i don't need you

I can make you walk in on your feet then drop to knees like preacher

She say she don't fuck with none these niggas, baby I dont neither

I cant never be stuck in the matrix bitch i am the glitch

Paid in full, i be around the money, you can call me Mitch

Money counter always fucking going, man this shit exhausting

Bad bitch, got a BBL, tryna fly from Austin

All my niggas stay on 10 and all we know is win

Pussy play with gang we load that box up, all my niggas spin

Since he talking tough up on that live I'm knocking off his chin

I just sit back thumbing thru these 20s, 50s, Benjamins

I get hella 100s, i love touching blue face money

Hit your hoe I'm in her stomach

I know you seeing how I'm coming

I took your lil hoe but i really don't want her

Take a hit of my za you'll get put in a coma

I stay to myself cuz I'm really a loner

Stop asking for bread, do I look like a donor

Hell no I cant give out no damn loan, bitch I'm not the bank

I been tryna spin up on my opps, ima leave him stank

If i spot his V, imma fill it up, knocking off the paint

I know they hate, I been out the way, doing shit they can't

Bitch i just been cooling sitting back and count up all my funds

He was acting hard I seen that boy, then I made him run

Mixing different designers on my body, I been having fun

Ain't no fair fights with none my members, we don't shoot no ones

I cant never be stuck in the matrix bitch i am the glitch

Paid in full, i be around the money, you can call me Mitch

Money counter always fucking going, man this shit exhausting

Bad bitch, got a BBL, tryna fly from Austin

All my niggas stay on 10 and all we know is win

Pussy play with gang we load that box up, all my niggas spin

Since he talking tough up on that live I'm knocking off his chin

I just sit back thumbing thru these 20s, 50s, Benjamins

I get hella 100s, i love touching blue face money

Hit your hoe I'm in her stomach

I know you seeing how I'm coming

I took your lil hoe but i really don't want her

Take a hit of my za you'll get put in a coma

I stay to myself cuz I'm really a loner

Stop asking for bread, do I look like a donor