Glitch

Shit, that's a Danny G beat
Yeah, I see you, Stan what up, Lando?
What up, Rich? Ayy
Oh my yeah, ShittyBoyz
Ayy (It's Lando, yo bitch know, don't let yo bitch go, nigga)

Two Perc' 10s make her bend over
Bands make these hoes wanna bring
They best friend over
Found another glitch then I ran off with it
Caught another blitz but kept my hand off it
I'ma call you right back
I got a ounce to bake
Ayy, nigga, turn that shit down
I can't concentrate
I inherited a block that move ounces daily
I had a five year run before
The cops ever ate me yeah, spectacular
Bitches wanna bite down on
Mе like they Dracula
After I hit hеr one time
I give her back to ya
Please keep that bitch on a leash
I'm damn near begging ya
My mans down the way
He damn near made the news
No he down there making food

Yeah big 'rillas BAPE'd up, bitch
I can't hang with you
Ninety-nine percent of hoes trife
Can't put a name on you
They telling fairy tales about Tron
That's what the fame'll do
I'ma cut you off at the head
I see the snake in you
My hitman'll knock the dreads off you
That's what pape'll do
Talking 'bout the fucking Taliban
Pull up with K's and shoot
She gave me head 'cause my name buzzing
I ain't make a move
Got a couple pretty bitches that'll
Set the play on you yeah
Fucking on yo bitch from the back
'Miris pulled down
Made her suck the dick and the
Chain 'cause I got pull now
I can have my shooter if he pull 'round
2021, beep-beep when I pull out
Wish she would now
Big Drakie with the 'Wood on it
Unc' got that on the stove, finna cook on it
Goddamn, why the fuck he put his foot on it?
Bin Reaper, fire BINs, see a reader
Whoop on it

I caught a million dollar jugg
I put the hood on it
Could've hit you with that head juice
It taste good on it
Ayy, you gon' shit good off it
These hoes'll never get a
Ring like Charles Barkley
All these bands so good
He could swipe a harlet
In the InterContinental
Valet parking 'Raris
I want some vegan type shit
She want calamari
Bitch, you ain't from Detroit
Yo pussy Kalahari

Foreign kicks on
Pull up sparking shit like Gallinari
Lil' bro don't go to school
He kicked out for snatching Cartis
I'm a motherfucking stack packer
You gon' have to guard me
A hundred weapons scat around the spot
We can match the army
Off White, touch a fabric on you
Choppa back you off me
Hutch got my piece on dance mode
Feel like a Jabbawockee
Better shoot that text to my phone
You ain't have to call me
Bitch had me out my element
Now I'm back to balling

Yeah, bitch, yeah, now I'm back to balling
Better shoot that to my phone
You ain't have to call me
Yeah, like I'm Gallinari, bitch
ShittyBoyz, ShittyBoyz, ShittyBoyz
Yeah, bitch
You know who the fuck it is, BabyTron
Shit, that's a Danny G beat

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