[Produced by Brain]
[Intro: Chief Keef]
Free Wop, aye Justo
Free my n***a Slick
I gotta pull my pants up my a**
Free, free my n***a you know
I need that
You know, you got to spend money to make money
Glo Gang y'all know how we rocking man
I'm off 3 xans I don't even do xans
I pop X man, I pop flats man
Aye, shut the f** up
[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
Boy gon' duck when my orange on him
Shoot you now it's orange on ya (red on ya)
Now it's dead on ya
Dead mans in my pockets, and I spend all 'em
On 4,000 Gucci jackets
She gave me top then Gucci tapped it
Tag team, then I hop in my car drag wrestling, racing
You pacing, I'm racing to the cake and I'm icey
You basic
Every f**ing thing I wear costs a thousand, or better
Fo a Gucci sweater 3,000... 3,000 Burberry
Riding fast the cops is chasing me
They can get wet with them pistols playin' Hail Mary
Cause I'm tired of getting locked up
That's the reason that officer got shot up
Running with this paper like a running back
Boy, you can't get none of that
Foghorn, I'ma let this dog out at you
Bull Dog, coming through f** the law
[Verse 2: Justo]
b**h I go by Justglo
Shoot yo' a** in yo' throat
n***as know I'm Glo
I'm tryna get them rolls
[Verse 3: Tadoe]
Justo tryna get them rolls
See a opp, he gon' score
After doing hits, make the k**, call D-moe
I think I need a pill and I need some smoke
Bring some pound, bring some Remey, bring the hoes
It's all about the Glo, Free D-rose
Who is you? I don't know
Move around, co*k it back, I'ma blow, GRATATA!
k** your father and your mother and your f**ing son
b**h I glo' just like the sun
I'm Glo Gang n***a f** your Mob
[Verse 4: Chief Keef]
My life Gucci and it's a movie
I got clips just like a f**in' movie
Quentin Tarantino, with these pistols I think I'm Terintino
b**h I think I'm Godfather, off this dope Tony Montana
But I'm Sosa and I glo way harder
b**h and I ain't have no father
Now I'm finna hop up in my Rover