​glide lyrics

[Intro: frankslastday]
(You never showed up)
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh (Oh-oh, oh)

[Verse 1: frankslastday]
My brother ready to slide with no [?]
Glide with no [?]
I get fly' than a b*tch
Tryna get high' than a b*tch
He'll slide down yo' block
[?] shootin' out the whip
We [?] ride down yo' block
Shout out Zay, he keep that stick
Shoot out Frank, we in that sh*t
Why yo' b*tch always on di*k?
Said she always on my page
She be stalkin' me and sh*t
How you say that I'm not sh*t
You tryna be me, you know that I'm him
Man I'm [?]
I got my ho [?]
My pockets on BBL
I swear they be up in the gym
And yo' pockets me on minimum
Yeah, they look so slim
[Verse 2: Armani]
[?]
b*tch, baby had just give me a kiss
p*ss, My brother been sippin' on Tris'
It's hurtin' his motherf*ckin' kidney
[?]
Huh, how you gon' smoke that sh*t?
Huh, how you gon' smoke that sh*t?
When you know that that sh*t ain't really not sh*t and you know that sh*t ain't really [?]
b*tch I'm really inside today
All this [?]
How the f*ck you ain't even work? you still got fired today
b*tch might get so high she might just die, she wanna go find her brain
And what the f*ck I look like sittin' around to play
I ain't gonna play no games, I need my money right now, need this sh*t right-right-right
I ain't gon' play 'bout money 'cause that sh*t really might just go take yo' life
Not gon' talk 'bout racks 'cause all that sh*t ain't hit, I'ma up that [?]
I ain't got time to be playin' with that b*tch, I told that girl [?], yeah
Bro just poured that line, I'm still smokin' on dope
b*tch so bad she can wear my coat, yeah
I'm tryna wear her throat out
She wanna go to Tokyo though
I told that b*tch I gotta take my own [?]
Slidin' in that super Track
Got slimed in that super Track
Got [?] like once a month
I can put all of my chips in
She suck di*k [?]
I'm f*ckin' her and her bestfriend
Feel like Frank, she need that lesson
She tryna kick sh*t just like Messi
[Verse 3: Izaya Tiji]
Yuh, yuh
I'm in a zoo, snakes all around
Slidin' an sh*t but holdin' they [?]
She got that big booty pokin' right out of the denim
Serving hell, n*gga I am a sinner
She get me p*ssed, I don't drop no sugar
Servin' the crackheads chillin' with booga
We in the back house, I got the Ruger
Her sh*t gettin' fat now, I'm finna hook her
Whenever I see my bank account I look up
Can't chill with these lil' broke b*tches, can't do hookups
.50 cal Glock, you know that motherf*cka' just smoke up
He want smoke? He thought I was smokin' on hookah
Smack the f*ck outta of one of these losers
n*gga I'm so crooked
Wasn't watchin' the Glock so I just took it
I might turn yo' lil' b*tch to my side hoochie
I'm on a rollercoaster, Zay goin' wild, ooh
I'm on a Tesla Addy
Could'a seen b*tches just movin' savy
Young n*gga I got that bag
These f*ck n*ggas, yeah, they so mad
These f*ck n*ggas, yeah, they so sad, uh