Glade Lyrics

Ain't hit the ceiling dog, we don't we been trynna hit the sky though

Watch me play with them racks, this how I do sign language

I smoke a pound a day, but my teeth still be fresh as glade

Yeah, I been out the states, if I go to UK, I'ma need a blade

Look how the roles change, now this bitch wanna trick on me

I'm used to frenemies, people show love, then change on me

Weigh it, then bag it, repeat, that's how we eat

I hope this bitch don't think I'm a trick, I told her click her feet

Got sandwich bags sittin' at the trap, I'm tryna make shit happen

They toting guns like Pokemon, they tryna catch a nigga

Stack, stack, they know I'ma have it, bow, bow, my bitch get ratchet

If he don't pay up, I'ma slide on him with that hatchet

Been serving three fives out my book bag all day like a hatchet

Just keep my head down, stack that door, I pray that no one catch me

Ay, ay, I told her no attachments

Say she got love for me, but I gotta see how that shit happen

Road runnin', chasing pape, I don't know what's gon' happen

Know my dawg, he in that cage, tryna see what's finna happen

Yeah, yeah, like lil' bitch say what happened

Stay down, told him pray, we gon' see what happen

We ain't hit the ceiling, dawg, we been tryna hit the sky, dawg

Watch me play with the racks, this how I do sign language

I smoke a pound a day, but my teeth still be fresh as glade

Yeah, I been out the States, if I go to UK, I'ma need a blade

Look how the roles change, now this bitch wanna trick on me

I'm used to frenemies, people show love, then change on me

Weigh it, then bag it, repeat, that's how we eat

I hope that bitch, don't think I'ma trick, I told her, click her feet