GloRilla
How the fuck I look, bitch? (Go Grizz)
Real hot girl shit
On the gang, gang
Yeah, yeah, hmm, hmm, ah
Gang, gang
40-inch jet black bustdown (okay)
Every fuckin' watch I get, I bust down (okay)
Heard a bitch don't like me, hoe, I'm in your town (what's up, hoe?)
Drop the lo', I'm pullin' up, it's goin' down (it's goin' down)
Just rode by the cemetery (boom, boom, boom), it's plenty room for hoes
Fuck the money missionary (huh), got plenty room for more (okay)
Man, all these bitches scary (on God), I know a few of those (on gang)
Fuck I look like beefin' with some bitches that be sharin' clothes (huh?)
How I look fuckin' on a nigga that got less than me?
How I look callin' bitches out that can't get next to me?
How I look checkin' for a nigga that don't check for me?
How I look not bettin' on myself? Glo the recipe (real hot girl shit)
How I look beefin' with a bitch without no motion? (What?)
That hoe only want some smoke 'cause I'm the hottest shit that's smokin'
I ain't goin' back and forth, bitch, this ain't the US Open (the US Open)
If he meet me, better pack it up 'cause, bitch, you know it's over (yeah, yeah, yeah)
How I look beefin' with a bitch about a nigga? (Hmm)
How I look arguin' with a goofy bitch on Twitter? (Hmm)
How I look confessin' to these niggas 'bout my bodies? (Niggas 'bout my bodies?)
When he a hoe too, and he still gon' give me sloppy (yeah, yeah, yeah, ah)
How I look turnin' up and leavin' all my bitches out?
How I look goin' up and laughin' when them haters doubt?
How I look pullin' up in shit I know they can't pronounce?
How I look laughin' to the bank with my titties out?
How I look? Ask your man (yeah, yeah)
How I look? Ask a fan (yeah, yeah)
How I look? Ask a hater (yeah, yeah)
How I look? Ask the 'Gram (yeah, yeah)
How I look? Ask your friends (yeah, yeah)
How I look? Ask the cam (yeah, yeah)
Fuck these hoes doggy style how I'm on these bitches' ass (woah, woah, woah, woah)
Just rode by the cemetery (boom, boom, boom), it's plenty room for hoes
Fuck the money missionary (huh), got plenty room for more (okay)
Man, all these bitches' scary (on God), I know a few of those (on gang)
Fuck I look like beefin' with some bitches that be sharin' clothes? (Huh?)
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