GloRilla - Intro (Most Likely Up Next) lyrics
GloRilla [Gloria Hallelujah Woods] Memphis, Tennessee, U.S. 🇺🇸
[GloRilla - Intro Most Likely Up Next lyrics]
I'm sick as fuck, fuck this shit glorilla
(Macaroni made, Macaroni made)
Ballin' like Ginóbili
Coolin' with my homies some rockin' red
Some purple like some codeine
Your nigga wanna know me
Bitches think they know me
Say you with the shit
I won't believe it 'til you show me
The only wave I'm ever ridin'
Is the nigga head
You tryna beef about the nigga? Baby
I just want his bread, ayy
You say you 'bout that life
I wanna see you shake it
And word to all my whoadies
I wanna see you make it
He heard me rap about that wet-wet
Now he wanna know how true it is
And tell that nigga if I let him hit it
He gon' be a lunatic tell him
"It was nice to know ya" movin'
On just like I'm Ludacris
I'ma have him on the bounty tryna
Find me like a Frigidaire
Rack some shit, keep it pushin'
Make sure ain't no witness lookin'
Hit the gas, disappear
Guess my weed was never here
My gangster nigga with the MAC and
My Hoover nigga steady stackin'
My Grape nigga'll get shit crackin'
My Piru nigga super jackin'
Ayy, I ain't no killer, but don't push me
Gotta have some dough, lil' nigga
If you want the cookie
Fuck a chorus, hit up Macaroni
Send me a no hook beat didn't go to college
But I make a grad bitch feel like a rookie
They didn't believe me
Now I got these different
Places tryna book me
And yeah, I make somethin' shake
But none of you bitches ever shook me
Yeah, upgraded to a meal
So now that nigga wanna cook me
Say he don't like takin' chances
But know that that nigga took me
Could be the richest bitch in the game
Still gon' need a booster
Or cop a million dollar cope because
I hate them fuckin' Ubers, ayy
Ballin' like Ginóbili
Coolin' with my homies some rockin' red
Some purple like some codeine
Your nigga wanna know me
Bitches think they know me
Say you with the shit
I won't believe it 'til you show me
(Macaroni made, Macaroni made)
Ballin' like Ginóbili
Coolin' with my homies some rockin' red
Some purple like some codeine
Your nigga wanna know me
Bitches think they know me
Say you with the shit
I won't believe it 'til you show me
The only wave I'm ever ridin'
Is the nigga head
You tryna beef about the nigga? Baby
I just want his bread, ayy
You say you 'bout that life
I wanna see you shake it
And word to all my whoadies
I wanna see you make it
He heard me rap about that wet-wet
Now he wanna know how true it is
And tell that nigga if I let him hit it
He gon' be a lunatic tell him
"It was nice to know ya" movin'
On just like I'm Ludacris
I'ma have him on the bounty tryna
Find me like a Frigidaire
Rack some shit, keep it pushin'
Make sure ain't no witness lookin'
Hit the gas, disappear
Guess my weed was never here
My gangster nigga with the MAC and
My Hoover nigga steady stackin'
My Grape nigga'll get shit crackin'
My Piru nigga super jackin'
Ayy, I ain't no killer, but don't push me
Gotta have some dough, lil' nigga
If you want the cookie
Fuck a chorus, hit up Macaroni
Send me a no hook beat didn't go to college
But I make a grad bitch feel like a rookie
They didn't believe me
Now I got these different
Places tryna book me
And yeah, I make somethin' shake
But none of you bitches ever shook me
Yeah, upgraded to a meal
So now that nigga wanna cook me
Say he don't like takin' chances
But know that that nigga took me
Could be the richest bitch in the game
Still gon' need a booster
Or cop a million dollar cope because
I hate them fuckin' Ubers, ayy
Ballin' like Ginóbili
Coolin' with my homies some rockin' red
Some purple like some codeine
Your nigga wanna know me
Bitches think they know me
Say you with the shit
I won't believe it 'til you show me