[Intro: Glorilla & Kay Dinero]
Yeah, Glorilla
You know Kay Dinero had to hop on this joint
Ayy
PTE the clan, bitch, get with it, fuck you mean? (Gang, gang)
Ayy

[Verse 1: Glorilla]
Gotta slide on some messy bitches, say they want some beef
Okay, cool, grab the brooms, we finna go and do a sweep
She sendin' threats, ooh, she think I'm scared, but ain't no fear in me
False claimin', say she bang the C, but she a wannabe
Lil' bitch cappin', don't want smoke for real, you a ho for real
I got pressure, you gon' choke for real 'cause I'ma blow for real
Bitch, we tweakin', watch how you be speakin', ho gon' end up leakin'
Pull up on you while you sleepin', bitch, late night creepin', bitch
Thug talk, you don't know thе language we be spеakin', bitch
I'm in the field, bitch, I'm ballin', while you in the bleachers, bitch
You watchin' me? Watch your n***a 'cause I got him peekin', bitch
He gave me brain, he so smart, ooh, I got him geekin', bitch
Hoes be plottin', bitch, you ain't no bully, pull up in a hoodie
Ho kept yellin' what you would've did, bitch, you know you wouldn't
You keep sayin' what you should've did, bitch, why you ain't do it?
I was really on some gang shit, I'm always fuckin' zooted
Back to the basic, yeah, you bitches basic, we are not related
Hoes be hatin', bitches got two faces, put 'em in they places
Want smoke, I'ma let you face it, get you fuckin' faded
Bitch, you probably laced it, put this metal to your mouth like some fuckin' braces, bitch
When you speakin' on me, make sure you state facts
Ain't with the talkin', fuck the stylin', B, what you want, a jack?
Get off your ass, get some money, bitch, what you want, a stack?
Still mad about that n***a, ho? What, you want him back?
She like who? Ho, I'm talkin' 'bout you, bitch, you know you do
Call my phone from an unknown, ho, I know it's you
[Verse 2: Kay Dinero]
Fuck you mean? Ho keep callin' me, what, you wanna link?
When gang 'nem pull up, pull up, pull up, skrrt, ho, you better not blink
Bitches comin' really funny like I been a dummy
I'll turn up on a broke ho when it comes to the money
Ho, you cappin', you a joke for real, you a ho for real
Desert Eagle to her throat, ooh, she gon' choke for real
So what's up, bitch? Don't buck, bitch, pull up and get stuck, bitch
'Cause we don't give a fuck, bet them hollows make you duck, bitch
And if the ho mad, then make the ho madder
Bitches be pressed this ass gettin' fatter
You should've known lil' bitch was a capper
That's why I call up my bitches, you know they gon' blast her
I'm in the lead, lil' ho, I'm your master
Oh, you was mad 'bout somethin'? Go get you a bag or somethin'
I ain't gotta brag or nothin'
Gas in my lungs, I shit on you hoes for fun
224 right through her bun
Ain't no broke ho stoppin' me, you knew that
Mask up, leave the ho blue, black
If she want smoke, let's do that
Smoke on Gelato
Fuck these bitches, that's the motto
I ain't never worried 'bout a toxic ho
You let them bitches gas you up
Yeah, you could never be a boss, ho
So I guess you took a loss, ho
Never have time for a soft ho
I'm in my zone, Auto
We got them sticks
Glorilla go get the broom and I get the mop, ho
[Outro: Glorilla]
Go get the mop, bitch
Fuck you motherfuckin' mean
Y'all better stop playin', ho, the fuck?
These hoes better stand down 'fore it be a motherfuckin' man down
You hear me? Ayy
This a thug story, you hear me?
Fuck you mean, haha, yeah
PTE, bitch
Ayy, we the gang, ho (We the clan, ho, ayy)
Glorilla (Yeah)
Kay Dinero in this motherfucker, ayy
Gang, gang
Huh, uh, ayy