GloRilla
On the gang

Ridin’, bumpin’ gangster music
Back when I had the Buick

Back when I worked at Checkers
Prayin’ I make it through it

Still be wit’ my same bitches
Fast forward, we lane switchin’

Me and Gotti solid, the same vision, the same mission
Roll up by the pound now, poppin’ out in yo’ town now

Be humble when you up ’cause that cocky shit take you down there

Go hard and put my bitches on, that’s all I’m on, that’s all I want

But some shit I just don’t condone
That sucka shit ain’t in my bones (On gang)

Money, I speak it fluent, hundreds on me the bluest
Diamonds on me the clearest

Don’t play with mе, I’m T.I. serious
Damn, Glo, you global now

Damn, ho, you notice now?
Police pullеd me over, caught me slippin’, but I’m sober now

Shit feel like a dream, I’m overseas with the team, huh
Finishin’ my album, I’m sippin’ Bahama breeze

It’s just me, myself, and I
Hold my head up to the sky

Yeah, I make mistakes, but don’t nothin’ beat a failure but a try

On the gang, gang, gang
Y’all made me feel real crazy

And I want y’all to know that
So I came back with a, with a vengeance, you feel me?

But you know, I love criticism
You know what I’m sayin’, learn from your mistakes and you do better

I’m really here to tell y’all I’m on that, I’m back on
I’m never getting off of that, you feel me?

It’s always gonna be what it is
At the end of the motherfuckin’ day, the day gonna motherfuckin’ end On the gang