Guilla - Glow On lyrics

[Verse 1] Three bad b**hes and an ounce of weed I'll f** around and smoke a pound a week You'll f** around and smoke a pound of weak I get buns you beat your meat What you talking bout boy you don't know my name Steady sleeping on me like Novocain I should come through and just snatch your chain I ain't really hood but I'll snatch your dame David Blaine we disappear When the money comes I reappear When the groupies come you know I'm near From limbo b**h like a langalear Steven King how appropriate Cuz I'm shining on you lil b**h That's a jack nick you jack sh** Don't bump lips I run this Now you know I don't play around Geronimo it's going down Speaking of your girl here is here And you know that she's going down Na you ain't got no culture mother f**a You ain't ever left H-Town bro You da man at Arlos though But you ain't ever had no foreign hoes You a baller though on minimum wage You walk around like you getting paid You ain't got chips you less you getting lays You look homeless to boy you need a raise Hold up, I ain't consigning your facetiousness Your attitude is really where what your weakness is [Hook] Now glow on, glow on Glow on, glow on, glow on The lights about to go off Glow on, glow on, glow on Glow on, now glow on The lights about to go off you little b**h [Verse 2] I'm tired of all the hugging sh** Tired of all this loving sh** You acting like you my husband b**h But you acting like buggin' b**h Pretentiousness leads to Arthur fist But listen there's an art to this And we pull from the same market list And you don't want no part of this I can hold my ground to any local That's making beats or laying vocals And we all know I k** sets Like I stepped on stage with a loaded tech Why come around and gimme dap Smile in my face then call me wack No excuses I know the facts I still don't know what's up with that No I don't got no love for you If your bleeding out I got no blood for you We used to act like we was brothers too As a matter dude I've had enough of you Im getting money it's shine time What time is its grind time Its my time Enjoy mine from the side line You've been side lined And f** the press that's throwing shade At any of my homies on the real Here's the deal you should chill You fat little f** now you know how it it feels O-M-G You don't want me saying names There's a 100 of us out here And we feel the same [Hook] Now glow on, glow on Glow on, glow on, glow on The lights about to go off Glow on, glow on, glow on Glow on, now glow on The lights about to go off you little b**h