GLAD TO BE ME ft. HR Chuckie Lyrics

Light the blunt back up man, Light the blunt back up man

Fuck is they talm' bout, What?

Another dead body nigga add that shit up to the pile

(Add that shit up to the, add that shit up to the)

I be just locked in burnin' weed

I got all these drugs up on me uh

Said she wanna taste a piece of me

Uh Yea (Lets go)

Another dead body nigga, add that shit up to the pile

Married to the money nigga, Walk that shit right down the aisle

Step inside the bank nigga, Everytime I crack a smile

Her lips was made for suckin' shit, she lick me light a sucker now

"Lowlife boy you goin' wild" lookin' at my whip like wow

That boy get hit wit' my Tec, If he keep on playin' foul

414 yea thats my town, litty in the city yea

Sign it on her titties yea

Damn, I'm glad to be me yea (you wanna be me)

Aight I'm finna go back in

Put a cup inside a cup, double cup of styrofoam

I can't put my trust in sluts, I can't ever wife a hoe

My bro ridin' wit a spear, Got it from the Navajo

Need a break from sippin' Wock it got me in here seein' twins

Trackhawk while in LAX, I'm finna take it for a spin

Know I gotta keep a blick, it got a red dot onna' lense

Poppin' bottles in my section all these hoes in here is 10s

Ian' really have no choice just had to pop my shit

I need to see Johnny Dang, gotta flood my wrist

Ion' really want the fame you can keep that shit

She been touched by everything, you can keep that bitch

Another dead body nigga, add that shit up to the pile

Married to the money nigga, Walk that shit right down the aisle

Step inside the bank nigga, Everytime I crack a smile

Her lips was made for suckin' shit, she lick me light a sucker now

"Lowlife boy you goin' wild" lookin' at my whip like wow

That boy get hit wit' my Tec, If he keep on playin' foul

414 yea thats my town, litty in the city yea

Sign it on her titties yea

Damn, I'm glad to be me yea (you wanna be me)

I'm off a erk baby (baby)

Shit I'm tryna still get lit

There he go hop out the car, Ian shootin' out no whip

This glock just like gymnastics how I made his body flip

Ian' shit wit' out my brothas, I'm a pirate they my ship

I'm not a junkie baby, shit I like to just get high

All these girls are the same, only question wonder why?

Yea I shoot niggas, but a nigga still lil' shy

Talkin' greasy out yo neck, same result that nigga die

I'm hard headed, no I won't let you go

I'm beggin' for this shit, Jesus give one of they lows

No George Floyd, standin' on they neck all 10 toes

A cameraman wit' a glock, flash strike a pose

Another dead body nigga, add that shit up to the pile

Married to the money nigga, Walk that shit right down the aisle

Step inside the bank nigga, Everytime I crack a smile

Her lips was made for suckin' shit, she lick me light a sucker now

"Lowlife boy you goin' wild" lookin' at my whip like wow

That boy get hit wit' my Tec, If he keep on playin' foul

414 yea thats my town, litty in the city yea

Sign it on her titties yea

Damn, I'm glad to be me yea (you wanna be me)