Glass House

[Chorus: Big K.R.I.T. & Curren$y]

Don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass— (Yeah)

Don't-don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass— (Niggas got shows to get to and shit)

Don't-don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass house?

If you ain't suckin' or fuckin', get your ass out (Yeah)

Don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass— (No time)

Don't-don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass— (For fuckin' around)

Don't-don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass house? (It's the planes and the Taylor Gang)

If you ain't suckin' or fuckin', get your ass out (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Curren$y]

Dash digital, situation critical

Hate to make it so blatant, baby, but I ain't playin'

Maybe you got me confused with one of them other dudes

I ain't none of them, under they breath mumblin'

Scared to tell them hoes what it is

You put yourself in that position

Outchea with all that baller fishin'

You fucked around and you caught a shark

Cold heart, tear your feelings apart

I'm more focused on getting my rims powder-coated

One of the dopest, I'm schedule one, you just ibuprofen

What is you smokin'? Them bogus growers, they got you chokin'

The options open, you can hide with them suckers

Or ride low and get higher than a motherfucker, yeah

[Chorus: Big K.R.I.T. & Wiz Khalifa]

Don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass—

Don't-don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass—

Don't-don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass house?

If you ain't suckin' or fuckin', get your ass out

Don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass—

Don't-don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass—

Don't-don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass house?

If you ain't suckin' or fuckin', get your ass out (Uh)

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]

Straight stuntin', sucker niggas, I take from 'em

They bitches that is, get up in the car with Wiz

They know they gon' bake somethin', ain't frontin'

Smoke it all, the eighth onion

Get it twisted 'cause you see me on your computer screen

Thinkin' 'cause you got wireless you get as high as us

Bitches leavin' they lame niggas to ride with us

Planes over everything, in the fly, we trust

Just by the smell, it's obvious

That my connect come from Cali

I'm good long as the money pilin' up

All the while, I'm just quick-lane pimpin', big jane twistin'

Walkin' how I talk it, bitch, that's Pittsburgh pimpin'

[Chorus: Big K.R.I.T. & Wiz Khalifa]

Don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass— (Yeah)

Don't-don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass— (Bitch)

Don't-don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass house?

If you ain't suckin' or fuckin', get your ass out

Don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass—

Don't-don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass—

Don't-don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass house?

If you ain't suckin' or fuckin', get your ass out (Yeah)

[Verse 3: Big K.R.I.T.]

Now, I was candy coated, bendin' corners, fifth, fifth wheelin'

Made a killin' with the bumper grill and chandelier ceilin'

Plush linen, is you fuckin'? Is you suckin'? I was wonderin'

'Cause if not, don't be pushin' on my buttons in my Cutlass unless you cuttin'

Bitch, I'm just sayin'

I ain't trickin', it's a reason that this porno flick playin'

Trunk shakin', knockin' pictures off the wall, Southern matin' call

808 mean no drawers, you got friends, I fuck 'em all

What you mean, you ain't nasty? Why the fuck you came?

Just imagine what you got to do to get up in my plane

Mississippi pimp, mouthpiece frigid

Dolomite, out of sight

Sure you right, can you dig it, shawty?

[Chorus: Big K.R.I.T.]

Don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass— (Yeah, Young Krizzle)

Don't-don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass— (Hey, hey, this glass house, shawty)

Don't-don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass house? (Sip-matic with it, bitch)

If you ain't suckin' or fuckin', get your ass out (What's happenin'?)

Don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass— (I'm up top, ayy, ayy)

Don't-don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass—

Don't-don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass house?