Glen Coco
[Intro]
Damn
Shout out my Marino Gang niggas
A$AP Mob niggas
Maxx B, Max G
Saan and Naj, and everybody the fuck else
They be like, "Chizzy, where you at?"

[Verse]
You know I'm all on my busy shit
Bought up the DKNY on my illy shit
Them bitches fake, but yo, this what it really is
Swerving on freeways on Philly shit, all on some silly shit
Gulping the brown, got no etiquette
My shit ridiculous
Start to finish, I be killing shit, baby
Pull out the Lambo' to park the Mercedes
Whip game all crazy because of
My cadence, my flow, and my bars, and my shows, and my placements
Bugatti, Ferrari, then Maserati
These bitches is foreign, but so is my property
All of these bitches got corny ass properties
Ugly, moody, poor as a pauper be
All tryna copy me, can't afford parts of me
I was too humble, I was too modest
I let y'all sleep on the months of the progress
Waking y'all up with y'all own corny watches
'Cause my shit so silent, forgot where my watch went
And so many diamonds, can't tell what the time is
All in my space, I be asking where Tom is
Training these bitches like Thomas
Whole crew behind us, but they in Bahamas
I told them to chill, get the fuck out the projects
'Cause when you legit and you all on your shit
Vacation is valid, the trap always lit
Anyway, I been out stacking my paper
Tryna get richer and richer and richer
So now I charge a couple racks for a picture
And picture me months ago, nothing, no dough
Just some Kool-Aid in pitchers, sharing with niggas
Now it's like figure, I'm making these figures
'Cause they like my figure in dresses and sneakers
And for future reference, don't ask for no features
I don't give a fuck and I never will neither
They ain't believe that your girl had that ether
Now I wear Louboutins with my Adidas
Still chiefin' Keef like I'm Wiz Khalifa
No being bougie, I grind 'til I'm bleeding
And that's the blunt truth that you niggas be needing
Thinking shit sweet 'til you taste what we dealing
That molly real bitter, it might get you fiendin'
Battling demons and falling on cement
Might have you dreaming, might have you screaming
Bars, not the molly, I know I be scheming
I'm killing these niggas and I got good reason
These suckas been winning, I don't like the feeling
I know I'm a goddess, but don't catch no feelings
I'm just being honest, I got too much realness, woo
They ain't even peep that, nigga
They ain't even peep that I was on my street swag, nigga
They ain't even see that I be really where I speak at
I could take the fuckin' streets back, nigga
Shittin' where you eat ass nigga
Creepin' where you sleep ass nigga
Never could be my guy
You'll be going bye-bye, nigga
No lie, my nigga
Don't try my niggas
All black on 'cause they really ride, my niggas
Not 'cause it's stylish, I promise, my nigga
Pay ya homage, little bitch, I'll kill ya
And don't ever wonder
Don't really know you if you lacking on my number
All very simple
Chynna so chillin', nah, Chynna so gentle
Should've been killed you, but Buddha insisted I wait 'til I'm perfect, I couldn't resist it
It's over for niggas
In Soho with bro-bro, cash out on the denim (All white)
Them bitches ain't want it
Them bitches ain't wait it 'til they saw me in it (All right)
My vision my vision, you can't see my plans, boy
Y'all niggas know guns, but forgot 'bout your hands, boy
I'm stunting on you and your crew and your man
I would say your chick, but she clay in my hands
Quicker than sand, I hope you understand
Not to be fucked with, I'm changing your plans
And don't touch my chains
And don't touch my braids
And don't touch my money, you'll touch a nice fade
It's like every day it's a new fucking wave
New fucking story, some new fucking slaves
New fucking questions 'bout who's new today
Who's competition and who in my way
Who's who in music don't matter to me 'cause I'm giving these styles and this crack all for free
It's like I'm a dragon, I'm balling like Z
It's like I'm a Simpson, Apu all the strings (Apu all the strings)
It's like I'm a Simpson, Apu all the strings (Apu all the strings)
It's like I'm a Simpson, A-
You know I'm all on my busy shit
Bought up the DKNY on my illy shit
Them bitches fake, but yo, this what it really is
Swerving on freeways on Philly shit, all on some silly shit
Gulping the brown, got no etiquette
My shit ridiculous
Start to finish, I be killing shit, baby
Damn
Start to finish, I be killing shit, baby