Big K.R.I.T. - Gla** House lyrics

[Chorus: x2] Don't you wanna risk that a** in this gla** Don't, don't you wanna risk that a** in this gla** Don't, don't you wanna risk that a** in this gla** house If you ain't sup get the fxck and get yo a** out [Verse 1: Curren$y] That's digital situation critical Hate to make it so blatant baby but I ain't playing Maybe you got me confused with one of them other dudes I ain't none of them under they breath mumbling Scared to tell them hoes what it is You put yourself in that position I chill with all that baller fishing You fxcked around and you caught a shark Cold heart, tear your feelings apart I'm more focused on getting my rims powder coated One of the dopest, I'm scheduled one you just ibuprofen What is you smoking them focused groads they got you choking The options open, you can hide with them s**ers Or ride low and get higher than a muhfxcka [Chorus x2] [Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa] Straight stunting, s**er n***as I take from em They bxtches that is, get up in the car with Wiz They know they goin bake something, Ain't frontin' smoking off the eighth onion Get it twisted cause you see me on your computer screen Thinking cause you got wireless you get high as us Bxtches leaving they lame n***as to ride with us Planes over everything in the fly we trust Just by the smell it's obvious than my connect come from Cali I'm good long as the money piling up All the while I'm just quick lane pimping Big chain twisting Walking how I talking bxtch that's Pittsburgh pimping [Chorus x2] [Verse 3: Big K.R.I.T.] Now I was candy coated, bending corners fifth-fifth wheeling Made a k**ing with the bumper grill and chandelier ceiling Plus linen is you fxcking, is you s**ing I was wondering Cause if not don't be pushing all my bu*tons in my Cutless Unless you cutting, bxtch I'm just saying I ain't tricking it's a reason that this p**no flick playing Trunk shaking, knocking pictures off the wall Southern made call, 808 mean no draws You got friends I fxck them all What you mean you ain't nasty, Why the fxck you came Just imagine what you got to do to get up in my plane Mississippi PIMP, mouth piece frigid Throw the mic out of sight Show you bright can you feel it shawty [Chorus x2]