[Intro]
I'm sick as fuck, fuck this shit
Glorilla
(Macaroni made, Macaroni made)

[Chorus]
Ballin' like Ginóbili, coolin' with my homies
Some rockin' red, some purple like some codeine
Your n***a wanna know me, bitches think they know me
Say you with the shit, I won't believe it 'til you show me

[Verse]
The only wave I'm ever ridin' is the n***a head
You tryna beef about the n***a? Baby, I just want his bread, ayy
You say you 'bout that life, I wanna see you shake it
And word to all my whoadies, I wanna see you make it
He heard me rap about that wet-wet, now he wanna know how true it is
And tell that n***a if I let him hit it, hе gon' be a lunatic
Tell him, "It was nice to know ya," movin' on just likе I'm Ludacris
I'ma have him on the bounty tryna find me like a Frigidaire
Rack some shit, keep it pushin', make sure ain't no witness lookin'
Hit the gas, disappear, guess my weed was never here
My gangster n***a with the MAC and my Hoover n***a steady stackin'
My Grape n***a'll get shit crackin', my Piru n***a super jackin'
Ayy, I ain't no killer, but don't push me
Gotta have some dough, lil' n***a, if you want the cookie
Fuck a chorus, hit up Macaroni, send me a no hook beat
Didn't go to college, but I make a grad bitch feel like a rookie
They didn't believe me, now I got these different places tryna book me
And yeah, I make somethin' shake, but none of you bitches ever shook me
Yeah, upgraded to a meal, so now that n***a wanna cook me
Say he don't like takin' chances, but know that that n***a took me
Could be the richest bitch in the game, still gon' need a booster
Or cop a million-dollar cope because I hate them fuckin' Ubers, ayy
[Chorus]
Ballin' like Ginóbili, coolin' with my homies
Some rockin' red, some purple like some codeine
Your n***a wanna know me, bitches think they know me
Say you with the shit, I won't believe it 'til you show me