Lyrics PHATNALL – GloRilla
GloRilla
Man, people be mad, and people be hurt
Don’t be listenin’ to s**t these folks say about me
They come and see what’s up with me
As if, know what I’m sayin’
Like, people be real-deal mad
My ex, and my old friend, like, them h*es mad
Like, they ain’t got s**t good to say about me
Like, know what I’m sayin’
Hahaha
And turn me up when you do the ad-libs
Don’t tell me nothin’ ’bout my exes, man, them n**gas sad
Might get ’em tatted on my face because them n**gas dead
Don’t tell me nothin’ ’bout my old friends, man, them b**ches mad
If you don’t see them with me now, then, you know where they at
Money talk, but, I don’t answer, f**k collect calls
When I be steppin’ on these b**ches, make they flesh cry
Then, I say, f**k a n**ga, proudly with my neck tall
Then, tell ’em throw they neck back for this p**sy, boy, this Fentanyl
Don’t go off what that n**ga told you, boo, that n**ga hurt
He ‘posed to .. me today, but, I don’t even love him
He tried to take a dime for granted, he ain’t see my worth
Keep tryna see the good in him, but, he might do you worse
She might act up on a n**ga who ain’t actin’ right
‘Cause I’ll be damned a n**ga make me lose my appetite
And, all my exes dead to me, I hit they candlelight
Drop a ho, and added ten new more, this s**t some magic, right
And, if I ever fall in love again, that n**ga rob
And, I can tell if he a peon, let that n**ga talk
Better not hold no ho for ransom, let that n**ga go
You braggin’ ’bout how you got four, but, what that n**ga bought
Don’t tell me nothin’ ’bout my exes, man, them n**gas sad
Might get ’em tatted on my face because them n**gas dead
Don’t tell me nothin’ ’bout my old friends, man, them b**ches mad
If you don’t see them with me now, then, you know where they at
Money talk, but, I don’t answer, f**k collect calls
When I be steppin’ on these b**ches, make they flesh cry
Then, I say, f**k a n**ga, proudly with my neck tall
Then, tell ’em throw they neck back for this p**sy, boy, this Fentanyl
Talkin’ ’bout you don’t eat no p**sy, man, you n**gas gay
N**ga dead don’t eat no p**sy, really get in the way
Back in the day, I really felt sorry for anime
But, now I slap the s**t out of a n**ga if he don’t eat the cake
He hit the gas, and I be wildin’, I don’t use no brakes
But, he just threw that .30 back, now, I need the brakes
He tryna prove a point to me because I made him wait
Thought that boy was finna slide ’bout it, but, s**t was great
Yeah, I’m talkin’ ’bout yo’ BD, man, that n**ga ate
She be sad, and he ain’t s**t to me, that n**ga straight
I’m outside, she probably thinkin’ I’m gon’ take her place
And when she found out it was me, I wish I seen her face
Don’t tell me nothin’ ’bout my exes, man, them n**gas sad
Might get ’em tatted on my face because them n**gas dead
Don’t tell me nothin’ ’bout my old friends, man, them b**ches mad
If you don’t see them with me now, then, you know where they at
Money talk, but, I don’t answer, f**k collect calls
When I be steppin’ on these b**ches, make they flesh cry
Then, I say, f**k a n**ga, proudly with my neck tall
Then, tell ’em throw they neck back for this p**sy, boy, this Fentanyl…
➤ Written by GloRilla
Album: Anyways, Life’s Great…
Produced by Kokurcho
GloRilla | 2022
