GloRilla - PHATNALL
GloRillaMan, people be mad, and people be hurt
Don't be listenin' to shit these folks got to say about me
Just come and see what's up with me yourself, know what I'm sayin'?
Like, people be real-deal mad
My ex, and my old friends, all them hoes mad
Like, they ain't got shit good to say about me
Like, know what I'm sayin'?
Hahaha
Yeah, turn me up when you do the ad-libs
Don't tell me nothin' 'bout my exes, man, them niggas sad (they sad)
Might get 'em tatted on my face because them niggas dead (rest in piss)
Don't tell me nothin' 'bout my old friends, man, them bitches mad (they cut off)
If you don't see them with me now, then you know where they at (the bottom)
Money talk, but I don't answer, fuck collect calls (fuck the system)
When I be steppin' on these bitches, make they flesh crawl (ooh-wee)
Then I say, "Fuck a nigga," proudly with my neck tall (fuck 'em)
Then tell 'em throw the neck back for this pussy, boy, this Phatnall (it's to die for)
Don't go off what that nigga told you, boo, that nigga hurt (he fucked up)
He post about me 'til this day, but I don't even lurk (nigga miss me)
He tried to take a dime for granted, he ain't see my worth (took a L)
You tryna see the good in him, but he might do you worse (bitch, run)
Shit, I act up on a nigga who ain't actin' right (why you do that?)
'Cause I'll be damned if a nigga make me lose my appetite (nah, fuck that)
And all my exes dead to me, I hat they candlelight (wee)
Drop a ho, and added ten new more, this shit some magic, right? (Yeah)
And if I ever fall in love again, that nigga raw (he different)
And I can tell if he a peon, let that nigga talk (just listen)
Better not hold no ho for ransom, let that nigga go (cut him loose)
You braggin' 'bout how you got fucked, but what that nigga bought? (Stupid ass)
Don't tell me nothin' 'bout my exes, man, them niggas sad (they sad)
Might get 'em tatted on my face because them niggas dead (rest in piss)
Don't tell me nothin' 'bout my old friends, man, them bitches mad (they cut off)
If you don't see them with me now, then you know where they at (the bottom)
Money talk, but I don't answer, fuck collect calls (fuck the system)
When I be steppin' on these bitches, make they flesh crawl (ooh-wee)
Then I say, "Fuck a nigga," proudly with my neck tall (fuck 'em)
Then tell 'em throw the neck back for this pussy, boy, this Phatnall (it's to die for)
Talkin' 'bout you don't eat no pussy, man, you niggas gay (like dick)
Niggas that don't eat no pussy, really in the way (move over)
Back in the day, I always felt sorry for Anna Mae
But now I'll slap the shit out of a nigga if he don't eat the cake (fuck out of here lil' bro)
Hittin' the gas when I be ridin' it, I don't use no brakes (damn)
But he just threw that .30 back and now I need a brake (goddamn)
He tryna prove a point to me because I made him wait (for real)
Thought that boy was finna slow out, but shit was great (that's how you feel?)
Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout yo' BD, man, that nigga ate (whoo)
She be sayin' that he ain't shit, to me that nigga straight (he really cool)
I'm outside, she probably thinkin' I'ma take her place (I might)
And when she found out it was me, I wish I seen her face (on the gang)
Don't tell me nothin' 'bout my exes, man, them niggas sad (they sad)
Might get 'em tatted on my face because them niggas dead (rest in piss)
Don't tell me nothin' 'bout my old friends, man, them bitches mad (they cut off)
If you don't see them with me now, then you know where they at (the bottom)
Money talk, but I don't answer, fuck collect calls (fuck the system)
When I be steppin' on these bitches, make they flesh crawl (ooh-wee)
Then I say, "Fuck a nigga," proudly with my neck tall (fuck 'em)
Then tell 'em throw the neck back for this pussy, boy, this Phatnall (it's to die for)
Written by:
Gloria Woods, Kokurin Dmitry Sergeevich
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