Glorilla - Finesse Da Glo Lyrics

2' of em
(d.a. got that dope)

I don't do the friends (don't call me your friend)
I don't do the buddies (I am not your buddy)
Don't need you to cook, don't need you to clean
Pull up, we f*cking (pull up and get out of here, gone)
I pour a fo' in a peach Arizona (a fo')
I hit her raw and got caught in the moment (oops)
I got her saying she love me
Bitch, how you love me and don't even know me? (Yeah)
Bought her some Maison Margiela
And now I can f*ck her whenever (whenever I want her)
Speed up on the addy, slow it down on the Tesla (this a Percocet 30)
I'm looking through the Bulgari, sorry, but I can tell you 'flaugin (you cap)
Like free Black Haven, free Big Larry (they fed), they really was mobbin' (mobbin')
F*ck a vouch (f*ck that), break them fifties out, f*ck a house
Hit my man (boom), all you see is shells jumping out (jumping out)
We the Klan (carry nation), I don't f*ck with niggas, KKK (KKK)
And if it wasn't for choppers, man, I probably wouldn't be here today (like, huh)

Get your ho
And tell her to pipe down with her lil' ugly ass (bitch)
Let's go stack for stack
Not body for body with your little f*ckin' ass (huh)
I ain't bothering nobody
If they throwing shots, you know that I'm busting back (bup, bup, bup)
He thinking he doing something 'til I turn around then just get to f*cking back
I know you watching
Like some pictures since you lurking (ay)
Raw as hell, gotta come see it person (come here)
It's that Leo in me
I don't want you, I'm just flirting
Bitch, we get shit done
We not post it but we working, on the gang

Okay, your bitch want me (don't it?)
You caught her liking all my pics and you was sick wasn't it? (Huh)
Why you keep blowing up my phone?
You want some dick, don't it? (I know it)
The way she made her pussy squirt, I thought she pissed on me
Goddamn, yo' pussy wet
Okay, I lost the ho (what happened?)
But knocked two mo' hoes the same day (two times)
Favoritism? (ooh)
I treat all hoes the same way (the same way)
They say I'm a trick? (Never)
Ho a lie ain't shit to tell (tell)
You been selling pussy ten years
And you still broke as hell (that's crazy)

The whole clique want me (I stamp it)
But tell the store runners move over I want the big homie (get at me)
This pussy tight, he like the way that lil' junt grip on it (this pressure)
Ayy, this the shit that make you wanna leave yo' bitch, don't it?
(I know it, oowee she gon' be sick)
Confidence through the roof (on God)
They say I'm cocky, I just know I'm fine
Can't go for nun (nathan)
They ass gon' have me f*cked up every time
Say I'm a ho? (Say what?)
Nigga just mad 'cause he ain't f*ck yet
Been in my DMs seven years and still ain't had no luck yet (on the gang)