GLAH! (feat. OGLG)

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Glah!
No I ain't no chef but these lil' niggas can get chopped
Don't care if you cap, but you ain't cappin' on my top
Plugged in like an amp and currently I got them shocked
Issues with commitment; when we f*ck you getting blocked
Uh uh uh uh uh uh
Ion rock with twelve lil bae, so ion do no cuffin
Nuh uh uh uh uh uh uh
Smoking so much pressure I got diamonds in my lungs
Nuh uh uh uh uh uh uh
Put him in a box; might need a job at Amazon(Hey Jeff!)
Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh
Bitch we sick, infectious, my flow oozing like puss

Look, I really ain't the type to block ya
But baby I ain't shit; I make you sick then be your doctor
Make you pay a visit, give you dick, and then I'm off ya
Energy been different, I been focused on my chakras
F*ck with me I gotcha. Vibing like a Rasta
Just to come around me, little baby it's gone cost ya
I forgot her name, either Mercedes or it's Marsha
Nothin' under hunnids, gotta pay me with them large ones

Check it, call me Ralph the way I tend to wreck it
We tend to do his block the way the DJ do my records, we gone spin
Words don't carry weight, go hit the gym
I like Marsha and Mercedes I ain't know that they were twins
I guess I'm toxic, tell her that I love her then I'm blocking
Remind her of her pops the way I'm always out here mobbing
Told her "I will never leave her and I promise that's a promise"
I'm just talkin' get the noggin, then I'm gone just like her father

Everyday we ballin' like we runnin outta options
Hit 'em hard and leave 'em scarred, they in the dirt, that's how we dog 'em
I go hard in real life , you only hard behind a login
Shordie slopped me real nice; she go hard, yea, she a goblin
He play tough, I call his bluff
Like is you bout that shit you talking?
Out the mud, we got it rough, you better off to keep it walking
Tween these niggas and my pillows; really think these niggas softer
Man these niggas way too weak, ya father shoulda had a daughter

My, my; alien my bitch I'm into Sci Fi
I like foreign bitches; different colors like they tie-die
We gone walk 'em down just like we can't afford a drive by
These niggas can't see me; start' to think these niggas cockeyed
Needa stand down, wan' stand out, can't stand round these parts
Gotta man down, they manned down; No man, he ain't hard
Brought the fan out, made 'em fan out; sneak fans to my art
Got lamped down, don't lamp now, this lamp got a spark
Aye listen, hold on
Huh?

Glah!
No I ain't no chef but these lil' niggas can get chopped
Don't care if you cap, but you ain't cappin' on my top
Plugged in like an amp and currently I got them shocked
Issues with commitment; when we f*ck you getting blocked
Uh uh uh uh uh uh
Ion rock with twelve lil bae, so ion do no cuffin
Nuh uh uh uh uh uh uh
Smoking so much pressure I got diamonds in my lungs
Nuh uh uh uh uh uh uh
Put him in a box; might need a job at Amazon(Hey Jeff!)
Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh
Bitch we sick, infectious, my flow oozing like puss, Glah!

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