Ayy, uh, pop the trunk, we gon' pull up on him If he blink, I'ma pull it on him
Bad bitch wanna put it on me I don't want it, pass it to my homie
Niggas say they want some beef, but that shit bologna
Nigga better not try me, know I got it on me
Glock 40 in my pants, bitch, I'm never lonely Glosa man, a x-man, like I hang with lonely
I can't get rid of these bitches, they keep hangin' on me
What the f*ck wrong with these niggas, they keep hatin' on me
Do a chase up in that scat, I might take em on it
Turn my green, hundreds blue, like I'm painting on it
Glosa man, when you gon' drop? Bitch, keep waitin' on it
Bro put forgis on his caddy and he's skatin' on it
He ran his mouth, I took his head and put some paper on it
Sellin' work, I'll take your nose and put some labor on it
This ain't breakfast, I took motts and put some maple on it
Paper stuck right to my pockets, I got staples on it
Yo, bitch a fan, watchin' me like I got cable on me
So much drip, I walk around with a ladle on me
Nigga, I can get you slimed, I'll pay yo homie
Opp spotter, would've thought I had a radar on me
Big shit, f*ck around and put a crater on him
Big shit, f*ck around and put a crater on him
glosaman - KEEP WAITING Lyrics
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Ayy, uh, pop the trunk, we gon' pull up on him If he blink, I'ma pull it on him
Bad bitch wanna put it on me I don't want it, pass it to my homie
Niggas say they want some beef, but that shit bologna
Nigga better not try me, know I got it on me
Glock 40 in my pants, bitch, I'm never lonely Glosa man, a x-man, like I hang with lonely
I can't get rid of these bitches, they keep hangin' on me
What the f*ck wrong with these niggas, they keep hatin' on me
Do a chase up in that scat, I might take em on it
Turn my green, hundreds blue, like I'm painting on it
Glosa man, when you gon' drop? Bitch, keep waitin' on it
Bro put forgis on his caddy and he's skatin' on it
He ran his mouth, I took his head and put some paper on it
Sellin' work, I'll take your nose and put some labor on it
This ain't breakfast, I took motts and put some maple on it
Paper stuck right to my pockets, I got staples on it
Yo, bitch a fan, watchin' me like I got cable on me
So much drip, I walk around with a ladle on me
Nigga, I can get you slimed, I'll pay yo homie
Opp spotter, would've thought I had a radar on me
Big shit, f*ck around and put a crater on him
Big shit, f*ck around and put a crater on him
Bad bitch wanna put it on me I don't want it, pass it to my homie
Niggas say they want some beef, but that shit bologna
Nigga better not try me, know I got it on me
Glock 40 in my pants, bitch, I'm never lonely Glosa man, a x-man, like I hang with lonely
I can't get rid of these bitches, they keep hangin' on me
What the f*ck wrong with these niggas, they keep hatin' on me
Do a chase up in that scat, I might take em on it
Turn my green, hundreds blue, like I'm painting on it
Glosa man, when you gon' drop? Bitch, keep waitin' on it
Bro put forgis on his caddy and he's skatin' on it
He ran his mouth, I took his head and put some paper on it
Sellin' work, I'll take your nose and put some labor on it
This ain't breakfast, I took motts and put some maple on it
Paper stuck right to my pockets, I got staples on it
Yo, bitch a fan, watchin' me like I got cable on me
So much drip, I walk around with a ladle on me
Nigga, I can get you slimed, I'll pay yo homie
Opp spotter, would've thought I had a radar on me
Big shit, f*ck around and put a crater on him
Big shit, f*ck around and put a crater on him
Writer: Zhyon Parkman
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