Hook:

This blunt I'm smoking on, bitch is too fat
And this car (?) it go too fast
That's petty lil n***a, wouldn't do that
And there's dreads on my head, in a durag
And this bitch I'm fuckin on, bitch is too bad
I heard you broke lil n***a, man that's too bad
Countin racks countin bands, in my louie bag
I'm a big glo boy, but you knew that

Verse:

Bitch you fuckin home
I been fuckin home
She call up my phone
She won't leave me alone
Big gas to the dome
Say she wanna chill in my home
But you gotta go lil bruh
Yea you gotta glo lil man
Going fast in the panaram
Imma take you to panama
I'm ballin like Randy Moss
RIP fredo the big boss
Wanna feat that's a big cost
Got yo bitch up in them drawers
I'm sick wit my withdrawals
Ion see none of yo vlogs
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She like "Summrs, what I gotta do"
To be in your coupe
To be in your life
To be your boo
You got me feeling right
You rеmind me of goop
And you cannot play me
Cuz I'm not a fool
And it ain't April
And thesе n***as is fabu
Watching me like cable
Pouring syrup no label
Put me under the table
Like I was a lame
Now they wanna be my friend
Now they feel ashamed
Hook:

And this bitch I'm fuckin on, bitch is too bad
Heard you broke lil n***a, man that's too bad
Countin racks countin bands, in my louie bag
I'm a big glo boy, but you knew that