Glue lyrics

[Intro]
Bleh bleh bleh bleh bleh bleh bleh
(Slay)

[Chorus]
Hot but a n*gga can't cool off
My n*gga ride wit’ that tool box
I'm gettin money, what you on?
Up in beni’ boy, eating good noodles
He said rich but he fell off
Couple of bands might get yo ass knocked off
I'm gettin money young n*gga just f*ck off
[?] shoes I can f*ck yo’ my mama
I keep a lil Glock, I dont do no drama
We can call up shootas’ put you on the news
Leave that boy redder than a bottle of [?]
No, I don’t really think you want problems
And all my diamonds wet like glue
I can't remember if I f*cked with you

[Verse]
And my n*gga lost, talkin' 'bout cool shoes
I said [?] can't get no glue, boy
Dont take me for no fool, yeah
I'm in her mouth like fruit
Yeah boy my money long stand on a stool
And my b*tch be long in the loafe
Young n*gga, I be long in a coupe
Yo b*tch gets wetter than her soup
Finna cover my eyes, but watch she choose
Want some diamonds, in my tooth
Yeah, remember when I get no hoes?
Yeah, now we gotta lay low, yeah
And n*ggas tryna steal my flows, yeah
And n*ggas tryna wear my clothes
b*tch ass n*gga, I need a trophy
And my pockets too bulky
I put my lil’ b*tch in Dolche
She just be like "Let's f*ck", like okay
Yeah yeah and I used to hang out wit' them dope fiends
'Til I ran off with that cocaine
Now they act like n*gga don't even know me
Ridin’ round smokin that propane
Pop me a tris so I can't feel no pain
Got some Moncler no more North Face
(no) (hahaha)
Want some money lil boy like no
(no, no, no)
No way
These n*gga hatin’ I got a lot of money coming my way
Up in that big body, we know young n*gga gettin' a lift (Yeah)
Said he a scammin ass n*gga but I know he phony
I'm getting money, slow or fast, no it's not no race
Gettin’ them bucks anyway-ay
No, don't need to chase
Got a lil bag, no more MK
(blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah)
[Chorus]
Hot but a n*gga can't cool off
My n*gga ride wit’ that tool box
I'm gettin money, what you on?
Up in beni boy, eating good noodles
He said he rich but he fell fall off
Couple of bands might get yo’ ass knocked off
I'm gettin money young n*gga just f*ck off
[?] shoes I can f*ck yo’ my mama
I keep a lil Glock, I dont do no drama
We can call up shootas’, put you on the news
Leave that boy redder than a bottle of [?]
No, I don't really think you want problems
And all my diamonds wet like glue
I can't remember if I f*cked with you