Lyrics Welcome to Glory! - Whoisatg

We get real decorative
We be making the rules like this shit was executive
We gon send him to sleep, sedative
Choppa act like the vice you can call me the president
It get real dangerous (Uh)
You gon hope its a dream when them clips going off it's repetitive
People be faking and then lying, when they see you up
They go claiming ya blood like a relative

Play wit my boys and I'm blowing the whistle
My dreams taking off like like I'm shooting a missile
Cooking up all this hot shit we making it sizzle
Choppas ringing his bells like we late for dismissal
Keeping it real, we just keep it official
We was tough on the boys we ain't never gon shiver
Fireworks hit his thighs, his legs started dancing, crip walk
Nah we just made him a cripple
We get him gone
Aye, Big bodies all on my team (Uh huh)
The drip I got on Mr Clean
They said JayIG what you mean (Watchu mean?)
Ain't going 12 rounds wit me
It get real Rocky
We don't keep it clean it get real sloppy
If you not talking bout fettuccine or the breesh then I don't wanna hear it I'm real cocky

Welcome to Glory!
I walk in like I hit the lotto
A band be the fit, 300 Ferragamo
She up in my crib and she stay hitting high notes
I walk in too Smoove with the L New Apollos
We put em to sleep (Bow!) Hallows!
(250 The bond got me feeling like Ralo!)
Black t-shirt Tsubi jeans Johnny ravo
I'm too smooth with the passes I feel like I'm Rondo

Welcome to Glory, you can make yourself at home
Got the money moving, I been moving my own
Yeah they pocket watching I ain't putting em on
I'm in love with bucks they calling me Gasol

I been righting my wrongs (Okay!)
She on phone (Okay!)
I hit the tone, and Im in the back (In the back)
I'm writing my songs, I make one call we gone!
(We gone!)

Welcome to Glory!
I walk in like I hit the lotto
A band be the fit, 300 Ferragamo
She up in my crib and she stay hitting high notes
I walk in too Smoove with the L New Apollos
We put em to sleep (Bow!)
Aye aye, yeah we put em to sleep