Glow Dat $tick
[Intro]
TheHitBrainiac

[Verse 1]
Yo bitch on me but you can never do nothing
'Cause yo momma raised a pussy
Everytime I walk to the drop top, can't help but
Close my eyes 'cause my whip so glossy
God damn bitch, I don't smoke no gas
I don't pop no Xans hella cake
I just need that ass don't worry 'bout no mans


[Bridge]
7:30 wake up skrt up in the lobby then proceed to flee
All my people riding in the back seat on a killing spree
Wait, who that be?
Ready on the count of three
Squeeze the G, leave the scene
Bouncin' like the trampoline
[Verse 2]
People be starving
And people be killing for food with that crack and that spoon
But these rich mothafuckas they stay eatin' good
Droppin' wage livin good
Holdin' steel Glocks, but you been a bitch, suck a thick cock
Fuck a Crip walk, hit the strip like in Bangkok
Never ever see me ever trip 'bout a lil broad
See me on the TV screamin', "Bitch, you a damn fraud"
And you don't wanna fuck with a chigga like me
When I pull up in that Maserati
Better duck 'fore ya brain splatter on the concrete
I'ma hit you with that .45, bullet hit yo neck round the bow tie
Lookin' like a thriller, film a bitch
I'ma go right back with the clip and I know you be shakin'
Don't test me or I might just click at yo noggin like (huh)

[Pre-Chorus]
I was just thinkin' 'bout you
And it made me think of colors of the space
70 miles up in my coupe
And not a thought 'bout steppin' on my brakes

[Chorus]
I done seen you glow like that, I must say that I'm proud
Thinkin' 'bout the times when you would go into my house (ayy)
Had to let you go like that, I'd say it fucked me up (up, up)
You live in my head without a doubt
Always anxious, got your picture on my necklace (necklace, necklace)
Say I'm smart but never seen a day of campus (campus, campus)
Gave me 'nani, don't be sorry, we're just reckless (skrrr, skrrr)
Think about you every time I see your drawers (uhh)
[Verse 3]
I be on my Mac Demarco shit
Break my heart then smoke a cig
Even put some cloves in it (cloves)
Don't test me because my skin ain't thick
Hit your walls, I need my fix
Pull up on you, I need
Bread earn income (man)
Spend it on this Balmain
Working all night I might run into the Bat(man)
Don't see no such thing as a motherfucking bro mane
You ain't fucking slick if you think you in my team mane

[Outro]
I was just thinkin' 'bout you
And it made me think of colors of the space
70 miles up in my coupe
And not a thought 'bout steppin' on my brakes