Letra de Glitchin - A Boogie wit da Hoodie

Do you hear this often?

I still found it (No, no)

If just help me

I feel unconscious (Oh)

I'm numb to all the pain in which you had caused

I'm 'bout to start glitchin'

Look, baby, pay attention

Told you my fears and they go right out the other ear (Ooh)

Showed you these bands and you listen (Ooh)

Uh, they in the grass and they slitherin', hmm, you gotta hear when they hissin'

Fake-ass rappers tryna be my friend, get lil' bro to spin right on they vid, don't wanna let 'em in, oh

Baby mama problems, I be better without it

Nowadays, all you wanna do is get in my pockets

All on me, George Floyd, can you let me breathe?

Put a fuckin' million on my neck, you wanna see me freeze, oh

Let her be free, she was for the streets

Tryna keep my P 'cause that bitch was me, you know

Told bro to read before you take that plea

'Cause if you ever ever eat the cheese, oh

Dead silence when we push on that button, you done up

The feds watchin', I don't care, I still got it, it's one up

Lord, forgive me for the hearts I done broke on the come-up

And I still do this often

I get money, I'm a player

G's up, hoes down, I won't save her

I stay Gucci, roll up all that

Stackin' up dollar after dollar

I get money, I'm a player

G's up, hoes down, I won't save her

I stay Gucci, roll up all that

Stackin' up dollar after dollar (Do you hear me?)

Baby, pay attention (Oh)

Look, baby, pay attention

Uh, it's the same thing every time I'm talkin' to you, will you ever ever listen?

Yeah, hey, bae, I thought we was in love

I had thought you was a ten, you turned out to be a dub

But that's what I get for judgin' the book by its cover

Roleplay with the PO to help out my brother

Montana said the CO must think he a menace

Told bro, "I'll fuck your PO just to shorten the sentence"

You already know what we on, get off my dick

From the Bronx, got a automatic when I be in the 6

And I move with a stick, three of the goons

And I pulled up with my nigga Bundog and he watchin' my six

Crunch time, Nun frontline like he settin' the pick

I would pass it off, but that would be a fuckin' assist

And I wanna score, hot nigga, I'm in the stu' with they broke down body

Full dirty chops, niggas talk 'bout hats that they never caught, like

Highbridge nigga, I could never fold

Remember rackin' up on giffys out of every store

I get money, I'm a player

G's up, hoes down, I won't save her

I stay Gucci, roll up all that

Stackin' up dollar after dollar

I get money, I'm a player

G's up, hoes down, I won't save her

I stay Gucci, roll up all that

Stackin' up dollar after dollar (Do you hear me?)

Na-na-na-na-na-na (Ooh)

Dollar after dollar (Na-na-na-na-na-na)

Na-na-na-na-na-na

Na-na-na-na-na-na

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