Glonl "Pt. 2" Songtext
von Capo

Whoa that bitch seen my bank rolls shes like whoa
I know she wanna glo up baby i aint talkin bout yo clothes
Girl get the fuck out my face if u aint tryna go Cant beef with a broke nigga im bout my bankrolls
WhoaWhoaWhoooaaa Whoooaaa That bitch seen my bankroll, she was like whoooaaa
I know she wanna glo up baby, I ain't talking bout yo clooothes
Girl get the fuck out my face if you ain't tryna gooo
Can't beef with a broke nigga, I'm about my bankrooolls
First time she seen me like whoooaaa
And when a opp see me, I'ma up that fifty like whoooaaa
Run up on me, get back like whoa
And it's too many of y'all bout two of y'all gettin' poled
Getting poled like whoa
And all that money and them clothes from the go, man that shit ain't yours
Got the Glock 17 that blow
It'll blow like whoooaaa
Thots wearing they best friend Prada, girl know them not yooouuurs
Looking at y'all like whoooaaa
And we did want 20, now we want 55 for a show
Pull up on us like whoa And if you ain't got our money, we ain't showing up to no shows
Whoooaaa That bitch hit my dope, that bitch choke
I told that bitch don't fuck, I want throat
But bitch after this top, you gotta go
I just blew some racks at the store
Can't shot at JB's, not no more
Just spent 50 hundred on this blow
Trapping all summer til it snow
All white 40's on the floor
All white mansion look like coke
Just got a 100 bricks, fresh off the boat
They gone super quick, connect like whoa
And these fuck niggas know I tote
I do a drill while she roll my smoke
This kickback from this nickel, I'm like whoa
I send some shots, I almost hit his throat
That fuck nigga lucky I was off this 4
I come back in the morning, won't miss no more

She seen me in the store, spending rolls


She know I sell coke just by my clothes

I'm smoking three, this shit got me like...

Whoa