Glass House (feat. Curren$y, Big K.R.I.T.)

Don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass?

Don't, don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass?

Don't, don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass house?

If you ain't suckin' or fuckin', get yo' ass out

Don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass?

Don't, don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass?

Don't, don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass house?

If you ain't suckin' or fuckin', get yo' ass out

Dash digital, situation critical

Hate to make it so blatant, baby, but I ain't playin'

Maybe you got me confused with one of them other dudes

I ain't none of them, under they breath, mumblin'

Scared to tell them hoes what it is

You put yourself in that position

Out-chea with all that baller fishin'

You fucked around and you caught a shark

Cold heart, tear your feelings apart

I'm more focused on gettin' my rims powder-coated

One of the dopest, I'm Schedule 1

You just ibuprofen, what is you smokin'?

Them bogus growers, they got you chokin'

The options open, you can hide with them suckas

Or ride low and get higher than a motherfucka, yeah

Don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass?

Don't, don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass?

Don't, don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass house?

If you ain't suckin' or fuckin' get yo' ass out

Don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass?

Don't, don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass?

Don't, don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass house?

If you ain't suckin' or fuckin' get yo' ass out

Straight stuntin', sucka **** I take from 'em

They bitches that is, get up in the car with Wiz

They know they gon' bake somethin', ain't frontin'

Smoke it all, the eighth onion

Get it twisted 'cause you see me on your computer screen

Thinkin' 'cause you got wireless you get high as us

Bitches leavin' they lame **** to ride with us

Planes over everything, in the fly we trust

Just by the smell it's obvious

That my connect come from Cali

I'm good long as the money pilin' up

All the while I'm just quick lane pimpin'

Big Jane twistin'

Walkin' how I talk it, bitch, that's Pittsburgh pimpin'

Don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass?

Don't, don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass? (Yeah, bitch)

Don't, don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass house?

If you ain't suckin' or fuckin', get yo' ass out

Don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass?

Don't, don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass?

Don't, don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass house?

If you ain't suckin' or fuckin', get yo' ass out

Yo, now I was candy coated, bendin' corners

Fifth, fifth wheelin' made a killin' with the bumper grill and chandelier cellin', plush linen

Is you fuckin'? Is you suckin'?

I was wonderin', 'cause if not don't be pushin' on my buttons in my Cutlass unless you cuttin'

Bitch, I'm just sayin', I ain't trickin', it's a reason that this porno flick playin'

Trunk shakin', knockin' pictures off the wall

Southern matin' call, 808 mean no draws

You got friends, I fuck em' all

What you mean you ain't nasty?

Why the fuck you came?

Just imagine what you got to do to get up in my plane

Mississippi pimp, mouth piece frigid

Dolomite out of sight, show you right, can you dig it, shawty?

Don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass?

Don't, don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass?

Don't, don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass house?

If you ain't suckin' or fuckin' get yo' ass out

Don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass?

Don't, don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass?

Don't, don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass?