Lyrics Finesse Da Glo (feat. Finesse 2x) - GloRilla feat. Finesse 2x

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

I don't do the friend (don't call me your friend)
I don't do the buddy (I am not your buddy)
Don't need you to cook, don't need you to clean
Pull up, we fuckin' (pull up and get outta here, gone)

I pour a four in a peach Arizona
I hit her raw and got caught in the moment (oops)
I got her sayin' she love me, bitch, how you love me and don't even know me? (Hah)
Bought her some Maison Margiela, and now I can fuck her whenever (whenever I want her)

Speed up on the Addy, slow it down on the Tesla (this a Percocet 30)
I'm lookin' through the Bulgari, sorry, but I can tell you 'flagin' (you cap)
Like, free Black Haven, free Big Larry (they fed), they really was mobbin' (mob)
Fuck a vouch (fuck that), break 'em 50s out, fuck a house
Hit my man (boom), all you see is shells jumpin' out (jumpin' out)
We the Klan (Aryan Nation), I don't fuck with niggas, KKK (KKK)
And if it wasn't for choppas, man, I prolly wouldn't be here today, like

Get yo' ho and tell her to pipe down with her lil' ugly ass
Let's go stack for stack, not body for body with yo' little fuckin' ass
I ain't botherin' nobody, if they throwin' shots, you know that I'm bustin' back (baow-baow-baow)
He thinkin' he doin' somethin' 'til I turn around, then just get to fuckin' back

I know you watchin', like some pictures since you lurkin' (ayy)
Raw as hell, gotta come see it in person (come here)
It's that Leo in me, I don't want you, I'm just flirtin'
Bitch, we get shit done, we not post it, but we workin' (on gang)

Okay, your bitch want me (don't it?)
You caught her likin' all my pics, and you was sick, wasn't it? (Huh?)
Why you keep blowin' 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, your pussy wet

Okay, I lost the ho (what happened?), but knocked two more hoes the same day (two times)
Favoritism? (Ooh) I treat all hoes the same way (the same way)
Say I'm a trick? (Never) ho, a lie ain't shit to tell (tell)
You been sellin' pussy ten years, and you still broke as hell (that's crazy)

Your 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' joint grip on it (this pressure)
Ayy, this the shit that make you wanna leave yo' bitch, don't it? (I know it, ooh-wee, 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 nothin' (Nathan), they ass gon' have me fucked up every time
Say I'm a ho? (Say what?) nigga just mad 'cause he ain't fuck yet
Been in my DMs seven years and still ain't had no luck yet (on gang)