Lyrics GLO UP - Krishu

I'm a falconer (I'm a falconer)
Yeah, my throat fucked up, drinking tea...
And it's still fuck that bitch and she-
Mike Hector on the beat, Hector on the beat
Knowin' what I rep, this that 23

23 what I throw up, she wanna fuck cuz Krishu Glo Up
Shorty off her Lexapro if she don't think I blow up
Suck me at the Texaco, I block her ass like Noah
And my white bitch went to Goa, swallow me just like a Boa

Got up, took a piss and hit the Cookies twice
I call Alvin Brian Pumper 'cause he keep the pipe
Know you told on me, I see you, you gon' die tonight
Pussy we don't like to fight, talk a lot, you meeting Christ

I'ma
Brown boy, we hide Glocks in the turbans
Put some bullets in your way like some hurdles
Shells like turtles, boy, we blasting like a Squirtle
I'ma fuck her in the bathroom, call her Moaning Myrtle
You can't see me, I feel like Waterbear
Double Mike make you dance, call you Fred Astaire
Bring my bitch around, 'cause I know you finna stare
You keep saying you got shooters, boy, then bring 'em here
I told Alvin that we caught you, that boy fell out
Where was all that bro shit, I needed bail out
My shooters on that Z shit, that 23 shit
My bro sliming heavy like he stay on Bleveland
Sipping tea in the Benz Coupe, double parked
My bitch got the blade on her, call her Joan of Arc
Huh, I feel like '03 Luda
I got hits like Lucas Duda
Skai lil hoe straight from Bermuda, P
Krishu

23 what I throw up, she wanna fuck cuz Krishu Glo Up
Shorty off her Lexapro if she don't think I blow up
Suck me at the Texaco, I block her ass like Noah
And my white bitch went to Goa, swallow me just like a Boa

Got up, took a piss and hit the Cookies twice
I call Alvin Brian Pumper 'cause he keep the pipe
Know you told on me, I see you, you gon' die tonight
Pussy we don't like to fight, talk a lot, you meeting Christ

Aye, whoa, aye, ooh
Bitch I'm strapped up, like a fetish
New Vette, bouncing rims, call it Betty
Every night I go to bed I cuddle Fetty
I got white hoes sucking dick and getting cash, they on Reddit
I got a bitch who got a man, I might drive her car
He be ridin' round playing me, singing bar-by-bar
And I stole her heart, Krishu feel like Captain Hook
Got her buying gifts, money on my books
Skai got London tings... 23-Nipsey
We got straps on top of straps, 23-Missy
12 knocking at my door, say I'm doing shit
Drop a bag on my attorney, bitch I'm innocent
Krishu

I'm a falconer (I'm a falconer)
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