Finesse Da Glo Lyrics by GloRilla
Two of ’em
(d.a. got that dope)
I don’t do the friend (Don’t call me your friend)
I don’t do the buddy (I am not your buddy)
Don’t need you to cook, don’t need you to clean, pull up, we fucking (Pull up and get out of here, gone)
I pour a four in a peach Arizona
I hit her raw and got caught in the moment (Oops)
I got her saying she love me
Bitch, how you love me and don’t even know me? (Ah)
Bought her some Maison Margiela and now I can fuck her whenever (Whenever I want her)
Speed up on the Addy, slow it down on the Tesla (This a Percocet 30)
I’m looking through the Bulgari, sorry, but I can tell you ‘flaging (You cap)
Like, free Black Haven, free Big Larry (They fed), they really was mobbing (Mob)
Fuck a vouch (Fuck that), break them fifties out, fuck a house
Hit my man (Boom), all you see is shells jumping out (Jumping out)
We the Klan (Aryan Nation), I don’t fuck with niggas, KKK (KKK)
And if it wasn’t for choppers, man, I probably wouldn’t be here today
Get your ho and tell her to pipe down with her lil’ ugly ass
Let’s go stack for stack, not body for body with your little fuckin’ ass
I ain’t botherin’ nobody, if they throwin’ shots, you know that I’m busting back (Baow, baow, baow)
He thinking he doing somethin’ ’til I turn around, then just get to fucking back
I know you watchin’, like some pictures since you lurkin’ (Ayy)
Raw as hell, gotta come see it in person (Come here)
It’s that Leo in me, I don’t want you, I’m just flirtin’
Bitch, we get shit done, we not post it, but we workin’ (On gang)
Okay, your bitch want me (Don’t it?)
You caught her likin’ all my pics and you was sick, wasn’t it? (Huh?)
Why you keep blowin’ up my phone? You want some dick, don’t it? (I know it)
The way she made her pussy squirt, I thought she pissed on me, goddamn, your pussy wet
Okay, I lost the ho (What happened?), but knocked two more hoes the same day (Two times)
Favoritism? (Ooh) I treat all hoes the same way (The same way)
Say I’m a trick? (Never) Ho, a lie ain’t shit to tell (Tell)
You been selling pussy ten years and you still broke as hell (That’s crazy)
Your whole clique want me (I stamp it)
But tell the store runners move over, I want the big homie (Get at me)
This pussy tight, he like the way that lil’ joint grip on it (This pressure)
Ayy, this the shit that make you wanna leave your bitch, don’t it? (I know it, ooh-wee, she gon’ be sick)
Confidence through the roof (On God), they say I’m cocky, I just know I’m fine
Can’t go for nothin’ (Nathan), they ass gon’ have me fucked up every time
Say I’m a ho? (Say what?) Nigga just mad ’cause he ain’t fuck yet
Been in my DMs seven years and still ain’t had no luck yet (On gang)
