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glorilla - i ain't going lyrics

[intro]
woo, glorilla
n+gga talkin’ ’bout puttin’ his motherf+ckin’ hands on me
he can bet i put his hands on his d+ck
and play with that and some motherf+ckin’ jerseys, n+gga
what the f+ck?
on the gang, gang

[chorus]
i ain’t goin’ for all that ruff me up and grab me by the neck (no)
n+gga put his hands on me, we gon’ be smokin’ on him next
n+gga don’t even want me to walk outside, he know that i’m a threat (huh)
think that boy obsessed (uh), just to get back to this text (hey)
n+gga text my phone, talkin’ ’bout he gon’ put his hands on me
n+gga, i ain’t goin’ for that sh+t, nah, nah, i’ma die ’bout my respect
keep that n+gga checked (woo), and i got a check (woo)
okay, you ’bout that bread (woo), put it on your head (on the gang)

[verse 1]
we gon’ find my brother, n+gga, must ain’t know i was jackin’ (the f+ck?)
but f+ck that sh+t, he gon’ be in the sky next time it happen
go and pick him out a casket (yeah),
this glock twenty+three make him sing, don’t think that i’m just rappin’
tappin’ in, shoot, rappin’, make him (okay)
these n+ggas get mad and throw a b+tch fifty, n+ggas sassy (ugh)
i’m tellin’ you now, this ain’t the smoke you want, you better pass it
n+gga blowin’ my phone down, ’cause he seen me out in cali’
poppin’ sh+t, like i ain’t got taxes, catch up,
talkin’ ’bout you gon’ put your hands on who? your son gon’ be a b+st+rd (on god)
cuz’ gon’ k!ll you for free, imagine what he’ll do for that gaff (huh?)
ain’t even got to call n0body,
[chorus]
i ain’t goin’ for all that ruff me up and grab me by the neck (no)
n+gga put his hands on me, we gon’ be smokin’ on him next
n+gga don’t even want me to walk outside, he know that i’m a threat (huh)
think that boy obsessed (uh), just to get back to this text (hey)
n+gga text my phone, talkin’ ’bout he gon’ put his hands on me
n+gga, i ain’t goin’ for that sh+t, nah, nah, i’ma die ’bout my respect
keep that n+gga checked (woo), and i got a check (woo)
okay, you ’bout that bread (woo), put it on your head (on the gang)

[verse 2]
big glo i’m the [?] (hey), i’m finna do mine bigger (uh)
n+gga swing on me, gon’ up the ceilin’ with this one (stamp that)
put you with your deadass homies, since you say you miss ’em (f+ck)
can’t pay rambo to take his mask off, he like little pistols
gangster b+tch, this a pole i got on, me, it ain’t for strippin’
try to hit me, i’ma show your b+tch ass you ain’t no hitter
quick to hit a ho’, but i ain’t gon’ do sh+t to them n+ggas (b+tch+ass)
them face tattoos don’t scare me, i grew up ’round real k!llers, on the gang

- glorilla lyrics

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