Intro (Most Likely Up Next)

[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 nigga 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 nigga head

You tryna beef about the nigga? 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 nigga 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 nigga with the MAC and my Hoover nigga steady stackin'

My Grape nigga'll get shit crackin', my Piru nigga super jackin'

Ayy, I ain't no killer, but don't push me

Gotta have some dough, lil' nigga, 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 nigga wanna cook me

Say he don't like takin' chances, but know that that nigga 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 nigga wanna know me, bitches think they know me

Say you with the shit, I won't believe it 'til you show me