[Intro: Gloss Up]
(DMac got me too bangin')
I feel like jumpin'
I really feel like whoopin' somebody ass
Hahaha, watch this
Yeah

[Chorus: Gloss Up]
Ayy, keep the Glock inside my clothes, can't let no n***a try to play me (The fuck?)
This shit wet in here, it's crack, I got 'em hooked just like the '80s
Prices low just like the '90s, we got 20/20 vision (On God)
Pillow-talkin'-ass n***as, man, I swear they worse than bitches
I'm from 'cross the way, woke up like the boss today (Bad bitch)
GLE my Benz, I just might buy my man a house today (I'm trickin')
I been in my sack, I'm feelin' just like Santa Claus today (On God)
I can't wait to catch them ho-ho-hoes who ran they mouth today (And beat they ass)

[Verse 1: Gloss Up]
Usher, we gon' let it burn
Swear them hoes ain't never learn
One way, yeah, I'm talkin' you (Lil' ho), you gon' get a turn
Sticks and stones, we breakin' bones, apply the pressure and broke they neck (What?)
You was talkin' cash shit, but now you bouncin' like them checks
These bitches be counterfeit, they diamonds dry, my diamonds real (My shit real)
I can't wait to catch a bitch and knock her top off like I'm Bill [0:50] (On God)
MLB or NBA, the n***a I'm with is out your league (Tried)
Bitches always tryna count my pockets, this is not your cheese (What?)
They know Gloss Up been bossed up since peewee, now I'm major league (I'm major)
Girl, you know your n***a wanna stay, I had to make him leave
You can keep the dick, I got the head, that shit amazin' (Amazin')
Gloss Up, I'm really up for real, I'm talkin' nosebleed (I'm up)
[Chorus: Gloss Up]
Ayy, keep the Glock inside my clothes, can't let no n***a try to play me
This shit wet in here, it's crack, I got 'em hooked just like the '80s (Ayy)
Prices low just like the '90s, we got 20/20 vision (The fuck?)
Pillow-talkin'-ass n***as, man, I swear they worse than bitches
I'm from 'cross the way, woke up like the boss today (On God)
GLE my Benz, I just might buy my man a house today (Swear these n***as worse than bitches)
I been in my sack, I'm feelin' just like Santa Claus today
I can't wait to catch them ho-ho-hoes who ran they mouth today

[Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo]
I be spendin', Rollie diamonds hittin', thirty in my glizzy
Got a winner, eat me up like dinner, thick as hell like Megan
Get to trippin', pour me up some Trishy, might pop out with Glitter
Bitch, you better be lucky that I'm tippin', fuck I look like trickin'?
Poppin' shit, all my watches hit, I fuck on thots and shit
If that pussy hit, might cop a kit, lil' ho, you not the shit
F&N, shoot that bitch like Curry, get your noggin hit
Might throw eighty thousand up in Onyx, rain 'em out this bitch
Got a brand new chop and baby Drac', they look like twins
Dude ain't never took no risk day in his life, that ain't my mans, huh
I fell off and ran me up a check, got rich again
Count up some shit, made me a ten
Turned them tens to some M's, n***a, yeah

[Chorus: Gloss Up]
Ayy, keep the Glock inside my clothes, can't let no n***a try to play me
This shit wet in here, it's crack, I got 'em hooked just like the '80s (Ayy)
Prices low just like the '90s, we got 20/20 vision (The fuck?)
Pillow-talkin'-ass n***as, man, I swear they worse than bitches
I'm from 'cross the way, woke up like the boss today (On God)
GLE my Benz, I just might buy my man a house today (Swear these n***as worse than bitches)
I been in my sack, I'm feelin' just like Santa Claus today
I can't wait to catch them ho-ho-hoes who ran they mouth today