Glow Up

Double G buckle tucked under my shirt

I taste Codeine when I burp

I bought a Bentley, forgot it insured

You just a broke boy you get on my nerves

What would I do if the music ain't work?

If I turn my trap phone off, would it still chirp?

I couldn't tell nouns from a verb

But I could sell wings to a bird

I could sell tags to a shirt

Asking me if you got tickets for sure

I don't know, I'm not sure

You just got hit with the curve

I didn't know that girl is yours

Said that she don't got a boyfriend, but sure

I grabbed her ass so she called me a perv

Opened her legs so I had to insert

Make my own beats and I write my own words

Cash found a diamond tucked under the dirt

I blew my third check in second and first

Now I stack up, pay my bills on the first

Me and Body goin' half on the chicken

First we sell it, then we splittin' the difference

I don't got no time to waste on no bitches

'Cause I know that the sea got lots of fishes

Smokin' and stackin' and countin' up green

I think I need me a money machine

I heard some fuck boys were plottin' on me

Waist 30, .240 tucked in my jeans

Won't forget when no one cared about me

Talkin', but they don't know shit about me

Mad I'm the person they wanted to be

This ain't the shit that they wanted to see, yeah

Now they lookin' at me

Now everybody, they lookin' at me

Now they lookin' at me

Now everybody, they lookin' at me

Now they lookin' at me

Now everybody, they lookin' at me

Now they lookin' at me

My money tall, hunnids blue like a smurf

Neck full of water, it dripped on my shirt

Nobody fuckin' with XO for sure

Your label's new artist is really a nerd

Suit my bitch up, yeah I bought her a fur

Shootin' shit up, better act like you heard

Before I tell, I'ma go to jail first

Driving on Xannies, I might hit the curb

Valentino on my shoes and my shirt

She ain't want me back when I wanted her

I'm from the Rex', but the Southside my turf

Had to think twice when I ordered dessert

Now I order my homies the surf with the turf

Take a full Addy with a half a Perc

It's the brown boy that made it happen first

Look at my zoom in my 'Rari skrrt-skrrt

Smokin' and stackin' and countin' up green

I think I need me a money machine

I heard some fuck boys were plottin' on me

Waist 30, .240 tucked in my jeans

Won't forget when no one cared about me

Talkin', but they don't know shit about me

Mad I'm the person they wanted to be

This ain't the shit that they wanted to see

Now they lookin' at me

Now everybody, they lookin' at me

Now they lookin' at me

Now everybody, they lookin' at me

Now they lookin' at me

Now everybody, they lookin' at me

Now they lookin' at me