Lyrics PHATNALL - Glorilla

GloRilla
Man, 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
You see, know what I'm sayin'?
Like, people be real deal mad
My exes, my old friends, all them hoes mad
Like, they ain't got shit good to say about me
Like, you know what I'm sayin'?
Hahaha
Yeah, turn me up when you do the adlibs

Don't tell me nothin' 'bout my exes
Man, dem niggas sad (they sick)
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 (at the bottom)
Money talk, but I don't answer
For collect calls (fuck the system)
And I be steppin' on these bitches
Make they flesh crawl (oh-wee)
And I say, "Fuck a nigga"
Proudly with my neck tall (fuck 'em)
Then tell 'em throw that neck back for this pussy
Boy, this fentanyl (it's to die for)

Don't go off what the nigga told you
Boo, that nigga hurt (he fucked up)
He post about me to 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 an 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 a nigga make me lose my appetite
(Nah, fuck that)
And all my exes dead to me
I hit they candlelight (liit)
Drop one ho and added ten new more
That 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 bitch)

Don't tell me nothin' 'bout my exes
Man, dem niggas sad (they sick)
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 (at the bottom)
Money talk, but I don't answer
For collect calls (fuck the system)
And I be steppin' on these bitches
Make they flesh crawl (oh-wee)
And I say, "Fuck a nigga"
Proudly with my neck tall (fuck 'em)
Then tell 'em throw that neck back for this pussy
Boy, this fentanyl (it's to die for)

Talkin' 'bout you don't eat no pussy
Man, you niggas gay (eat 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 he don't eat the cake
(Fuck out of here, lil' bruh)

Hittin' the gas when I be ridin' it
I don't use no brakes (damn)
But he just threw that thirty back
And now I need a break (God damn)
He tryna prove a point to me
Because I made him wait (for real)
Thought that boy was finna slow out
But that shit was great (that's how you feel?)
Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout your BD
Man, that nigga ate (woo)

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, dem niggas sad (they sick)
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 (at the bottom)
Money talk, but I don't answer
For collect calls (fuck the system)
And I be steppin' on these bitches
Make they flesh crawl (oh-wee)
And I say, "Fuck a nigga"
Proudly with my neck tall (fuck 'em)
Then tell 'em throw that neck back for this pussy
Boy, this fentanyl (it's to die for)