Lyrics Bonus Track - Capo

Glo Gang...
Glo Gang...
Glo Gang...
Glo Gang...
Or No Gang...
Stop it.
Forgot that I copped it...
Big bank rolls in my pocket
And you niggas ain't real so stop it
Got a bitch wit me in the trap who do whatever I say, she a shotta
Shit don't come out the sky, you better work for it start from the bottom...
We the Glo Gang baby, ain't gotta tell you, ya already know whats poppin
BABY we the GLO Gang ain't gotta tell you ya already know whats poppin...
And we 2-4-14's so you know the opposites they droppin
And I spent so much dough I bought some shit and forgot I coped it
Can't fuck with these hoes that fuck with the opps man these hoes they hood hoppin
And I smoke so much dope can't smoke no more my lungs collapsing
Dont fuck with them o'boys them glo boys run up in and clappin
And I fuck so many dese hoes boy I think I fuck more hoes than Magic, (THOT)
Try to ask for my dope then you gotta go no boy it won't happen...
Big bank rolls in my pocket
And you niggas ain't real so stop it
Got a bitch wit me in the trap who do whatever I say, she a shotta
Shit don't come out the sky, you better work for it start from the bottom...
We the Glo Gang baby, ain't gotta tell you, ya already know whats poppin