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Yeah, yeah, yeah
I just went and hit the bank
Keep a Ratchet like I'm Clank
Walking 'round with them thangs
Don't move, don't blink
Lil' bitch what you think?
New shit everyday, new whip everyday
I do this everyday
Make hit's everyday, new bitch everyday
How much can you take? New band, new K
I can't hear what you say
Bring the bottles my way: Rosè, Dussé
My work day a vacay
Get the fuck out of my face
New phone, who dis? New check, who dis?
These bitches my kids
My hitters don't miss
Shoot a nigga in his ribs
Walk in the club with a stick
Leaving the club with your bitch
Yeah, glo bottle my shit
You can tell I'm hit
Glo bottle my shit, watch me get lit bitch
Glo bottle my shit
You can tell I'm lit bitch
Glo bottle my shit, you can tell I'm hit
Yeah yeah!
At the table with my set
Drank the bottle by myself
I don't split it with my men
They don't gotta chip in
In the club I'm lit, glo bottle, my shit
Leave the club hotel, OG whatchu smell?
Run shit like Le'Veon Bell
Gettin' money, can't you tell?
Moving slow like a snail
My hitters give you hell
Go to jail, post bail making plays, Odell
Finessed you, oh well?
Only thing I need is them to
Glo bottle my shit, you can tell I'm hit
Glo bottle my shit, watch me get lit bitch
Glo bottle my shit
You can tell I'm lit bitch
Glo bottle my shit, you can tell I'm hit
Yeah yeah!
So, you get it, I get it
Bitch if I walk up in the motherfucking club
And you ain't got my motherfucking
Glo bottles ready for me
Bitch I'm gonna smack the shit out of you
Bitch I need my motherfucking glo bottles
Up in my motherfucking section