Single / Track
Glass Mortar
Lyrics
Told my gg that I would flip this shit.
Lord knows I prayed for that brick. Calico with the rubber grip, duct tape, leather gloves, that's it. See me here, see me there? Only if money's involved, I swear. Versace shades and McQueen loafers. We run this shit like Kaiser Soze.
No fake moves, just fly nigga raps. Step out of line, nigga, run that slap. Worst you could do was run that trap. Put holes in you, we frightened your fam
Loop poles we used to write an exam.
You fools abuse the rhymes when it lands, grand slam collab, you dab with a crab bitch, grab my dick. She begged for the lad man.
Man's bad like Mike Jack with Mike swag, Annie, are you okay? Fuck that hag.
Epace jaguar black in a Mac trench coat Dapper Dan, I'm fab.
Live long and prosper with bare flare iceberg denim calls for warfare. Don't beg for remorse, we don't care personal opinions here. We don't share playground niggas cry for more shares reinvest all my dough for more shares cryptocurrency.
We're top tier fans. Go mad, then you get pure air.
Make one thing clear. I do what I choose to.
Don't bump a bitch over shit. You're not used to all sphere in despair. I'm so dope.