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steppa & luhh dyl - glassman lyrics

[intro: steppa & luhh dyl]
uh+huh, n+gga, n+gga, come on
ayy
come on
uh+huh
slow down
uh+huh (a+lau on the beat)
look, n+gga, ayy

[verse 1: steppa]
i swear the glass done got me rich, can’t do no window shoppin’
get on his ass, could get him hit, but i let lil’ bro pop him
don’t do attempts, we tryna tap his head, deandre hopkins
my b+tch’ll do whatever, tell her shoot, she turn to juju watkins
might f+ck around and catch a case ’cause every song i rap ’bout plays
i got a b+tch that go both ways, huh, like zaya wade
walk in the bank and i turn clumsy, huh, dropped a slip in chase
talkin’ ’bout chase, i see them boys, i’m tryna take ’em on a chase, n+gga

[verse 2: luhh dyl]
i ain’t nothin’ like your ex, i’m gettin’ paid, n+gga (come on)
crib big as h+ll, this b+tch came with a maid, n+gga
i ain’t your barber, you can’t catch no fade, got my first head in first grade
i done spent some dog sh+t on my sneaks and my shirt helmut lang
okay, i’m with steppa
drac’ hot like chili pepper, i switch hoes every semester
if i perform and i can’t bring my bl!ck, then i’m gon’ charge you extra
if you wanna find out who luhh dyl is, just go ask alexa
[verse 3: steppa]
i’m with dyl, hit detroit, look like the mob
hit him once, double tap triangle, gave lil’ bruh the lob
baby drac’ got nicki titties, f+ck ’round, give this b+tch a bob
f+ck the laws, they bring me in, i’ma make ’em do they job, uh
go pick your homie up, we known for droppin’ sh+t
she want her body did, i just might buy the sh+t
bought the t++th and bought two cartis
stayin’ down, it’s gon’ hurt when i start poppin’ it
n+gga, mhm (mhm)

[verse 4: luhh dyl]
lil’ n+gga
i love all my b+tches, bank account six figures
switch’ll change his figure
she want me to pay her bills, i had to stefon digg her
had to use my hands
had to work my plan
n+ggas said i can’t, i can
i get fly like peter pan
we goin’ rounds, b+tch, move your hand
we huntin’ opps like we iran
no cap, uh+huh
she used to ho, now she a fan
get head first date and i’m not payin’
[verse 5: steppa]
if i ever ask for handouts, you can slap my hand
we k!ll the opps and make ’em merch, we probably made more shirts than dapper dan
feel like last week, i was crackin’ cards, i turned into a rapper, man
three deep with three k’s lookin’ for n+ggas like we with the klan

[verse 6: luhh dyl]
i was in the dark like i’m batman
his b+tch eat the whole d+ck like she pac+man
okay, n+gga talkin’ tough, show me a rack then
yeah, you probably could’ve flexed, but that was back then
that was back when
had a bad b+tch, toni braxton

[verse 7: steppa]
we see them boys, they know they f+cked, they see that matte benz
only talk to presidents in my pocket, ain’t never had friends
peanut+b+tter glock can’t do no jammin’, f+ck black, that was the last gen
if i ever ask for handouts, f+ck it, hit me with the backhand
labels told me chill and rap, before i sign, see what the trap sayin’
n+gga made a post and died, ain’t learned his lesson ’cause he back playin’
they like, “ain’t that lil’ steppa?” nah, lil’ n+gga, that’s the glass man

[outro: steppa]
mhm
n+gga, come on
yeah

- steppa luhh dyl lyrics

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