Death by Glamour

Stick, yah, Stick, yah

Uh, he mad he can't find this drip, yeah, it's Rick, yeah

Oh, his lil' bitch wanna take a pic, ya, yeah, ya

My bitch so annoying, want matching fits, ya, yeah, ya

Two shots out the Micro Drac' like

One, fa, two, fa

Uhh"How many bullets up in the mag?" Two-five, yeah, five

Uh, my bruddanem did that hit, still I'm like"Who died?" yeah, died

Uh, they wanna look how I look, 'cause I'm a cool guy, on God

Uh, how do you expect to go up worryin' bout the shit that you don't got?