Glow Up

Double G buckle tucked under my shirt
I taste Codeine when I burp
I bought a Bentley forgot it insured
You just so broke, boy you get on my nerves
What would I do if the music aint work?
If I turn my trap phone off will it still chirp?
I couldnt tell nouns from a verb
But I could sell wings to a bird
I could sell tags to a shirt
Askin me if you got tickets for sure
I dont know, Im not sure
You just got hit with the curve
I didnt know that girl was yours
Said that she dont got no boyfriend , but sure
I grabbed her ass, and she call me a perv
Open the legs, so I had to insert
Make my own beats, and I write my own words
Cash found a diamond , tucked under the dirt
I blew my third cheque in second in first
Now I stack up, pay my bills on the first
Me and body goin half on the chicken
First we sell it, then we splittin the difference
I dont got no time to waste on no *****es
Cause I know that the sea got lots of fishes
Smokin and stackin and countin up green
I think I need me a money machine
I heard some ****boys are plottin on me
Waist 30, .240 tucked in my jeans
Wont forget when no one cared about me
Talkin but they dont know **** about me
Mad Im the person they wanted to be
This aint the **** that they wanted to see, yeah
Now they lookin at me
Now everybody they lookin at me, now they lookin at me
Now everybody they lookin at me, now they lookin at me
Now everybody they lookin at me, now they lookin at me
My money tall hunnids, blue like a Smurf
Neck full of water, it dripped on my shirt
Nobody *** *in with XO for sure
Your labels new artist is really a nerd
Suit my ***** up, yeah I bought her a fur
Shootin **** up, better act like you heard
Before I tell, Imma go to jail first
Drivin on Xannies, I might hit the curb
Valentino on my shoes and my shirt
She aint want me back when I wanted her
Im from the Rex, but the Southside my turf
Had to think twice when I ordered dessert
Now I order my homies the surf with the turf
Take a full addy, with a half perc
Its the brown boy that made it happen first
Look at me zoomin my Rari, skrt-skrt
Smokin and stackin and countin up green
I think I need me a money machine
I heard some *** *boys are plottin on me
Waist 30, .240 tucked in my jeans
Wont forget when no one cared about me
Talkin but they dont know **** about me
Mad Im the person they wanted to be
This aint the **** that they wanted to see, yeah
Now they lookin at me
Now everybody they lookin at me, now they lookin at me
Now everybody they lookin at me, now they lookin at me
Now everybody they lookin at me, now they lookin at me