All Glass

Lyrics

Yea-yeah
 Steppin' on this shit, slidin' on that shit
 Praise the Lord, baby
 Yeah, money in the church pot
 Your nephew work for me, got bundles in his church socks (ah)
 Big bunny rabbit, I drop a package, my youngins down to slide (ah)
 Shot up your Escalade, I bought 'em all, Playstation 5
 They hold you for three days if you a suspect for a recent murder
 You get released if they don't find a witness or the burner
 Guess that's why Chapo dug the tunnel and smoked all the workers
 Namu Myōhō Renge Kyō, my cocoa, do the Tina Turner
 Kyrie Irving, Uncle Fred had his strap to the head
 Better get that boy to the doctor before them bullets thread
 Hit that nigga twice, he was leakin', but is he dead or not?
 Followed him to the hospital, shoot it out in the parking lot
 My nuts dropped, first I got money and then the power
 Thinks I'm in this shit, like Burberry shirts at baby showers
 Shot these kids on her face, give yo wifey a baby shower
 East side is the army, go get you a navy tower
 What's up, bitch?
 'Caine train, nigga, I'ma keep this shit movin', fuck it
 'Caine, let's go (haha, yo)
 Yeezy's on, but I ain't never seen a Sunday service (na)
 They dealin' with some Afghani gangsters made a purchase (ya)
 Don't do no crimes with no rappers, nigga, you know the verdict (oh)
 They shot up Troy Maserati, I know that nigga nervous
 Bitch, I got the shit they hit Rickey with, keep it in the ride
 Drop a forty-two seven-fifty on automatic drive
 Bitches had to get checked, they neglect to respect a nigga mind
 Treat a hoe like André 3000 ain't fuck with Caroline
 An undercover Saturday lover, Alex O'Neal
 I keep a chicken cluckin', dope fiend fiendin', fuck it, my wheels on
 A nigga from the G' with a foreign automobile
 And county sheriffs and the feds wanna put me under the jail
 Had to back away from the scale, these snakes movin' in tall grass
 Ball till I fall, never pass the ball with my bald ass
 Aaron Hall fuckin' these hoes, don't need no hall pass
 Straight drop right on the table, and it was all glass (all glass)
 Ha-ha-ha, yeah, nigga
 Straight drop right on the table, it was all glass, walked away
 (Walked away, walked away)
 Uh
 (You got one part of that wrong)
 This (this) is not meth (is not meth)
 (Is not meth, is not meth)
 

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Song Details

Duration
02:33
Key
4
Tempo
148 BPM

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