Chosen 1 Lyrics

(I'm so geeked up)

(Yeah, smoking on backwoods)

(Yeah, that good)

(Ion even treat yo hoe that good)

(The people of the world can already sense that there's something happening)

(They know there's someone out there passing righteous judgement)

(We in New York, okay)

(Talk to em talk to 'em talk)

(We love you Astro)

Yeah, smoke a fronto

Told bro to come wit a pack need it pronto

All of my niggas is ruthless, cut throat

I was chasing a bag

They like Glo where you at

High as fuck heavens gates what do I know

I walk through the hate on a tightrope

I took my bitch on a trip out to Tahoe

We seen us some bottles and models

Spanish lil bitch and she that I'm guapo (Think that mean handsome)

I think that mean handsome or something

If you want smoke we can come wit it easily

But don't be mad if you get cancer or something

We shoot your man's left him in the ground

Danny done turned to a phantom or something

That nigga mad cause I fucked his bitch

And she wanted me, she know I'm the one

She look at me she like Glo you the one

(Glo you the one)

And then I put dick in her stomach

Afterwards I gave lil shawty a tums

She like oh so that's how we coming

I keep a chopper wit multiple drums

My shooter got multiple guns

Imma keep spending wit multiple funds

I can't fuck wit her, she tryna break hearts and I think I'm all outta love

But not like I don't know how love feel

You are a faker you full of delusion

You lie to yourself so you do not know what's real

I took a break just to Glo for a minute

I talk to the spirits

They told me I must heal

What's the highlight of your life

You be spending all day and all night with yourself

That's a tuff reel

I'm wit the gang eating shrimp fried rice

We eat like we rich

I swear it's a tuff meal

Hating on me tryna hit my Achilles

One thing about it is I got a tough heel

She a fan girl she like Glo sign my titties

I swear this shit like a dream it don't feel real

Imma be living like this til I'm 50

Stay in your lane cause you all outta line still

They used to look down on me with contempt

Now everybody like "Astro you based"

That boy a loser don't know what he meant

If he gon hate on the Glo let him hate

These niggas barking but that's all they do

Swear that they fight but it's only a feint

I am not tripping off him if he mad

Cause I know that it's too much money to make

That boy stay hating I'm focused on cake

When I can't sleep I just need to create

Weird ass Nigga stay all in my comments

Somebody take that boy phone away

New scene out wit the gang and we vibing

High as a bitch I don't know what to say

I do not even condone all the violence

But playing wit bro get them techs in your face

Playing wit us get your whole crew shot

By the time that we done you gon have to go head

And rebuild you a whole new block

Aye I go for records while upping the score

Tryna get 52 dead opps

And somebody come get your lil bro off the floor

We gon need us a new damn mop

And you know that they claim that they shooters of course

But my shooter the new dead shot

Aye I think that boy lost his mind

He smiled when that boy body dropped

Aye he keep talking then got shot

Like down goes chatter box

How you feeling I'm feeling alive

I'll drink and smoke until my heart stop

I'll be living like this til I die on god

(Woah, woah)

(GL... O)

(Woah)

(Yeah)

(Til I die)

(Woah)

(Bitch til I die)

(Woah Woah Woah)

(Woah let's go)

(Let's Glo)