Niche Ken & M471K - GLORILLA (feat. Kacekid)

Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy
Uh, uh
The shoe fit and you wearing that motherfucker
You saying them some forces, but we see that they some dunks
We ain't no clucks, and we gon' let you know what's up
You'll probably up a blick before the hands, boy, you ain't tough
Flexing little ass poles, that don't mean shit to us
You know we keep it tucked, but we don't flex shit for the viewers, punk
You'll never see it, but you, you talking too much
This shit chest not checkers, and you playing like a dun-dun-dun
Swiper swiped it, and I knew that shit was likely
You taking from the gang, but could've asked your bitch to buy it
Taking trips to Texas, but you take it from your helpers
We let you in the stu' and now you thinking you finessing
Say he Rilla Rich, but he stealing in this bitch
I guess he can't afford the gas, you could've asked a nigga, shit
For all we know you probably took something from your bitch
You sliming your own kind, Eastgate don't even fuck with that
Pussy niggas always hatin', we can't look out for bums
Ain't feature gang up on that track because you know they walked you down
Your ass is weak, and we lay heat
Like a lava lamp, it's crazy, cause you know that that's the best song on that album
I swear to God, I hate a broke nigga
That's the type of shit that make a nigga move like I don't know niggas
I let your bum ass be you turned into a hoe nigga
You talmbout on Dave, I don't give a fuck if it's on the floor, nigga
Stealing while my back was turned, and helping your ass out
Now you mad and trying to take it to the net just for some clout
Every move you make is full of cap, I know what you about
If you wanna slide then slide, you know where the fuck to find my house
You thought your verse was better than Afo
That really came out your mouth, huh
EBG Glorilla, more like EBG the Clown, sit yo goof ass down
Sit yo goofy ass down, nigga, cuz I'm finna walk him down, nigga
Set your goof ass down, nigga, finna walk him down
How the fuck is you more Rilla than us whole time
Lil' nigga, you stealing from us, I got your low
I got yo Lo' if 4nem ain't say chill, I would've been hit that bitch up
You got our Lo' but still ain't slide yet, what you a bitch or something
I ain't talking bout no tree branch when I say I gotta switch lil buddy
That nigga stole from my cousin
I know you broke and bummy
I could've fronted you if you just said that you ain't have no money
Real nigga, in my DNA, I was born a hunnid
You text my phone just like the bitch you is
Boy, I know you bluffing
Rob who? Boy, I light you up, swear that's a easy kill
Ain't beefing with no nigga named Thaddeus
Like, be fucking for real
Come on, folk
You doing all this woofing, doing all this texting
You doing all this internet shit
Folk
How you mad at us
Cause you stole from us
And niggas stopped fucking with you
Niggas out here dirty as hell
And if you ever come at me again, folk
I ain't even gonna say that
Nah, you gonna see
Yeah, swear you gonna see
Yeah, yeah
Fuck these niggas
Claiming they more Rilla than us
All the time you stealing from us
And you weak as hell too
Dirty ass little boy
It is hard
I'm out this bitch, man

Written by:
KC Ware, Kenhasah Moon, Malik Moon

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