Blackbear, Rick Ross - glo_up lyrics
Rick Ross [William Leonard Roberts II] Clarksdale, Mississippi, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Blackbear, Rick Ross - glo_up lyrics]
Yeah beartrap trap music
I'd rather be dying than be going broke
I would rather die before I lose this dose
Swear to God how you finna shine with all
That shade you throw, grow up
How you finna shine with all
That shade you throw, grow up
You ain't shine if you don't learn to glo
Glo up
You ain't shine if you don't learn to glo
Glo up
You ain't shine if you don't learn to glo
Get your dough up
You ain't shine if you don't learn to glo
Glo up
How you finna smoke with us
If you don't roll, roll up
How you finna rock with us if you don't show
No love
Told you meet me here, same place, same time
Same corner gotta do this whole bag before
We hit the border, yeah
Came from red Corolla
Candy apple Faygo make that
Kinda purple-red soda
Yeah, that's how I roll up
That's how I pour up
White ghost, ten toes, inside Gucci loafer
White ghost, ten toes, inside Gucci loafer
White ghost, ten toes, inside Gucci loafer
That's how I roll up, that's how I pour up
White ghost, ten toes, inside Gucci loafer
I'd rather be dying than be going broke
I would rather die before I lose this though
Swear to God how you finna shine with all
That shade you throw, grow up
How you finna shine with all
That shade you throw, grow up
You ain't shine if you don't learn to glo
Glo up
You ain't shine if you don't learn to glo
Glo up
You ain't shine if you don't learn to glo
Get your dough up
You ain't shine if you don't learn to glo
Glo up
Real niggas deserve to live twice
Plastic fork and fried rice
He's gonna get his money baby
Photograph of my whips
Autograph of your bitch
Cuban links for my gang
Tech nines for my clique
Full auto boy right here
Livin' like I went pro
Quarter mill' on my trips
Bitches names in my notes
Know I keeps it so real
Niggas don't want that smoke
Babies can't think so clear
I'm in diaries that she wrote
Back seats in this bitch
Rest in peace if you snitch
Niggas killin' for chips
And it won't be a glitch
I'd rather be dying than be going broke
I would rather die before I lose this though
Swear to God how you finish shining with all
That shade you throw, grow up
How you finish shining with all
That shade you throw, grow up
You ain't shine if you don't learn to glo
Glo up
You ain't shine if you don't learn to glo
Glo up
You ain't shine if you don't learn to glo
Get your dough up
You ain't shine if you don't learn to glo
Glo up
I'd rather be dying than be going broke
I would rather die before I lose this dose
Swear to God how you finna shine with all
That shade you throw, grow up
How you finna shine with all
That shade you throw, grow up
You ain't shine if you don't learn to glo
Glo up
You ain't shine if you don't learn to glo
Glo up
You ain't shine if you don't learn to glo
Get your dough up
You ain't shine if you don't learn to glo
Glo up
How you finna smoke with us
If you don't roll, roll up
How you finna rock with us if you don't show
No love
Told you meet me here, same place, same time
Same corner gotta do this whole bag before
We hit the border, yeah
Came from red Corolla
Candy apple Faygo make that
Kinda purple-red soda
Yeah, that's how I roll up
That's how I pour up
White ghost, ten toes, inside Gucci loafer
White ghost, ten toes, inside Gucci loafer
White ghost, ten toes, inside Gucci loafer
That's how I roll up, that's how I pour up
White ghost, ten toes, inside Gucci loafer
I'd rather be dying than be going broke
I would rather die before I lose this though
Swear to God how you finna shine with all
That shade you throw, grow up
How you finna shine with all
That shade you throw, grow up
You ain't shine if you don't learn to glo
Glo up
You ain't shine if you don't learn to glo
Glo up
You ain't shine if you don't learn to glo
Get your dough up
You ain't shine if you don't learn to glo
Glo up
Real niggas deserve to live twice
Plastic fork and fried rice
He's gonna get his money baby
Photograph of my whips
Autograph of your bitch
Cuban links for my gang
Tech nines for my clique
Full auto boy right here
Livin' like I went pro
Quarter mill' on my trips
Bitches names in my notes
Know I keeps it so real
Niggas don't want that smoke
Babies can't think so clear
I'm in diaries that she wrote
Back seats in this bitch
Rest in peace if you snitch
Niggas killin' for chips
And it won't be a glitch
I'd rather be dying than be going broke
I would rather die before I lose this though
Swear to God how you finish shining with all
That shade you throw, grow up
How you finish shining with all
That shade you throw, grow up
You ain't shine if you don't learn to glo
Glo up
You ain't shine if you don't learn to glo
Glo up
You ain't shine if you don't learn to glo
Get your dough up
You ain't shine if you don't learn to glo
Glo up