GloRilla - Unh Unh

GloRilla
(AClef vibes on the beat)
Woo, woo, unh
Like, unh, like unh
(Cheese, his name is Cheese)
On the gang

They don't want to see no gangster bitches win
Well, the industry done fucked up lettin' these gangster bitches in
They say my fifteen minutes up, I'm only fifteen minutes in
Before they ever catch me slippin', I'ma slide and spin again
Like, unh
Said I was done with dude, we back at it again
Said he couldn't get no ass no more, I'm lookin' back at it again
Like, unh
Been makin' money, I ain't tryna make no friends
And if he did, he gotta stand on that, ain't makin' no amends (on the gang)

Unh-unh, unh-unh, unh-unh, unh-unh, unh-unh, unh-unh, unh, unh (on the gang)
Unh-unh, unh-unh, unh-unh, unh-unh, unh-unh, unh-unh, unh, unh

He want my number, had to hit him with the "Unh-unh," like unh
Shout out to Cali', I'm in Cali', I'm like, "Unh-unh," like unh (boom, baow, baow)
Coochie candy, when he eat it, he go dumb, dumb
Like, unh-unh, unh-unh, unh-unh, unh-unh (unh, unh)
Puss in boots, I snatched a nigga up with no ass (no ass)
He tellin' me he love me, do them other bitches know that? (Huh?) (Unh-unh)
He say he love me, told him he can tell his ho that (bye)
And I really just be vibin', I don't see why they be so mad (mad ass)
They say they the gang, but I don't know 'em, that is blasphemy (he's lyin')
Hotel in Miami, gettin' backshots on the balcony (baow, baow)
Black niggas like they bitches red like a lil' battery
Money makin' cutie, I'm a gangster nigga fantasy (on the gang)

They don't want to see no gangster bitches win
Well, the industry done fucked up lettin' these gangster bitches in
They say my fifteen minutes up, I'm only fifteen minutes in
Before they ever catch me slippin', I'ma slide and spin again
Like, unh
Said I was done with dude, we back at it again
Said he couldn't get no ass no more, I'm lookin' back at it again
Like, unh
Been makin' money, I ain't tryna make no friends
And if he did, he gotta stand on that, ain't makin' no amends (on the gang)

Unh-unh, unh-unh, unh-unh, unh-unh, unh-unh, unh-unh, unh, unh (on the gang)
Unh-unh, unh-unh, unh-unh, unh-unh, unh-unh, unh-unh, unh, unh (woo, woo, woo, woo, woo)

Ain't got no BBL, lil' bitch, you must be thick or somethin' (fine ass)
Pussy fat as hell, they thinkin' this a dick or somethin' (this a chop')
He ask me where I'm at, he must think I'm his bitch or somethin' (unh-unh)
Tryna put me on yo' friend, he must be rich or somethin' (unh-unh)
I ain't in these bitches beef, I'm in my motherfuckin' prime
Told 'em, "Leave me out, don't want no parts and I'm not takin' sides"
I wonder how my ex doin', wonder is they still alive?
Probably somewhere in my DMs constantly motherfucker tryin'
When they be talkin' shit about Chrisean, my ass get fuckin' quiet
A lot of hoes in toxic situations, they just keep it private (on God)

They don't want to see no gangster bitches win
Well, the industry done fucked up lettin' these gangster bitches in
They say my fifteen minutes up, I'm only fifteen minutes in
Before they ever catch me slippin', I'ma slide and spin again
Like, unh
Said I was done with dude, we back at it again
Said he couldn't get no ass no more, I'm lookin' back at it again
Like, unh
Been makin' money, I ain't tryna make no friends
And if he did, he gotta stand on that, ain't makin' no amends (on the gang)

Unh-unh, unh-unh, unh-unh, unh-unh, unh-unh, unh-unh, unh, unh (on the gang)
Unh-unh, unh-unh, unh-unh, unh-unh, unh-unh, unh-unh, unh, unh

Written by:
Antonio Anderson Jr., Gloria Woods, Jordan Alexander Turner

Publisher:
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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