Duwap Kaine - GLAD lyrics
[Duwap Kaine - GLAD lyrics]
Swear niggas love to bring up the past, nigga
Me, man, I like to count up some cash, nigga
See a fed bitch, you know I'm moving fast
Nigga
Go inside a courtroom and turn into a rat
Nigga
Skinny jeans on but I need my pockets fat
Nigga skunk gon' ink his body, we
Ain't talking 'bout a tat, nigga
Can't be broke, can't be that nigga
You know I'm a glad nigga, wrap
It in the Glad, nigga, ayy
I ain't never give a fuck, nigga
Get it known
And I did all this shit on my fuckin' own
And I be trappin'
Never trappin' at my home
You a fake ass nigga, I know you a clone
I be balling, I be stunting in my Vlone
And your bitch, yeah
She call me when you not home
I'ma stunt on that bitch
Do that bitch wrong yeah, my money long
Can't wait 'til I'm on
These bitches say that they love me
I know that they lying
I be high as fuck, you know that I'm flying
And I'm flexing hard, I'm not even trying
Man, you know you broke as
Fuck but you steady whining
Off of the gas and it
Feel like time rewinding
If you soul searching, bitch
Then I'm money finding
And I'm smokin' on this onion
But I'm not crying
And-And your bitch wanna chill
But I'm not replying
Swear niggas love to bring up the past, nigga
Me, man, I like to count up some cash, nigga
See a fed bitch, you know I'm moving fast
Nigga
Go inside a courtroom and turn into a rat
Nigga
Skinny jeans on but I need my pockets fat
Nigga skunk gon' ink his body, we
Ain't talking 'bout a tat, nigga
Can't be broke, can't be that nigga
You know I'm a glad nigga, wrap
It in the Glad, nigga, ayy
Me, man, I like to count up some cash, nigga
See a fed bitch, you know I'm moving fast
Nigga
Go inside a courtroom and turn into a rat
Nigga
Skinny jeans on but I need my pockets fat
Nigga skunk gon' ink his body, we
Ain't talking 'bout a tat, nigga
Can't be broke, can't be that nigga
You know I'm a glad nigga, wrap
It in the Glad, nigga, ayy
I ain't never give a fuck, nigga
Get it known
And I did all this shit on my fuckin' own
And I be trappin'
Never trappin' at my home
You a fake ass nigga, I know you a clone
I be balling, I be stunting in my Vlone
And your bitch, yeah
She call me when you not home
I'ma stunt on that bitch
Do that bitch wrong yeah, my money long
Can't wait 'til I'm on
These bitches say that they love me
I know that they lying
I be high as fuck, you know that I'm flying
And I'm flexing hard, I'm not even trying
Man, you know you broke as
Fuck but you steady whining
Off of the gas and it
Feel like time rewinding
If you soul searching, bitch
Then I'm money finding
And I'm smokin' on this onion
But I'm not crying
And-And your bitch wanna chill
But I'm not replying
Swear niggas love to bring up the past, nigga
Me, man, I like to count up some cash, nigga
See a fed bitch, you know I'm moving fast
Nigga
Go inside a courtroom and turn into a rat
Nigga
Skinny jeans on but I need my pockets fat
Nigga skunk gon' ink his body, we
Ain't talking 'bout a tat, nigga
Can't be broke, can't be that nigga
You know I'm a glad nigga, wrap
It in the Glad, nigga, ayy