Johnny Quezz - Gla** lyrics

[Verse 1]: I do not f** with you b**hes (say it again) I don't f** with you b**hes I don't f** with hoes who s** dick on the low And then hit me up talkin' they know 'bout my business You said I was f**in' with who? Nah I wasn't f**in' with you I was f**in' yo friend trynna get me some head And she was f**in' with my homies too See all these people actin like they hate me But in reality love how I'm crazy I could be civil and chill Or the school shooter type But when I'm leanin' out I get lazy 10 days out of school cuz suspensions None of my teachers liked me "f** detentions" Don't try to stop in the halls To talk sh** to me y'all Cuz I'm too high to pay you attention Stuck in my mind contemplating bout life 18 years old and I'm sharper than knives Man these dudes cannot f** with me like I'm a dyke Despite of the things that you hear Imma fight For the right to tell people get out of my sight Not trynna see you like you a dead Beatle You hangin' with snakes and I'm k**in' these weasels These rats talkin' back to the feds They not people They worried bout me like I'm evil knieval Just let me do me Let me be free Loosen my handcuffs you g Take a seat and please gimme back my triple C's I need my self and the b**hes who want it I only f** down hoes like if they retarded I'm runnin' the game And you had to restart it Cuz you really ain't sh** so I'm runnin' like convicts in raris [Verse 2]: Best believe it I'm speaking in grievance The minds of my dudes they are blowing like speakers These underground rappers ain't sh** like a fetish But yo b**h jam me in the car with her peoples Auxiliary chord and the ba** is gone burn Through the spines of the dudes in a Honda accord Rolling and smoking through hoods of the worst f**in' people alive hella felony charges I got bullets in my words once they hit you collapse I got love in my hands once i swing you relax Lay down in a coffin or sit on your a** Either way I control to which way you gone pa** Crew full of dudes who skate hard and make moves Music and money's the way that we choose Hard decisions with times to get through Cuz without evidence we ain't felons to you [Outro]: 2X Got bullets in my words once they hit you collapse I got love in my hands once i swing you relax Lay down in a coffin or sit on your a** Either way I control to which way you gone pa** Crew full of dudes who skate hard and make moves Music and money's the way that we choose Hard decisions with times to get through Cuz without evidence we ain't felons to you