Glued Songtext
von 1of1 Kota

Yeah, she bad, she my bitch, don′t need no stylist, yeah, I'm be speed racin, run up to mileage, don′t care if they gon' hate me, still gon' be shinin, don′t condone no snake shit, peep in the silence

Fuck my bitch Lee Lee, five bands on me, yeah, I′ma trap out the south, yeah, I be sellin' that dough, movin′ that load, yeah, we be servin' them pounds
Air forces ones, yeah I stay with em now, Smokin′ that gas, I be smokin' it loud, High tech cup, I be sippin′ it down, knew you was fake, now I'm peepin' it now
I know these niggas hella stuck, big bro, always comin′ in a clutch, gotta stick, witta stack, clip long as fuck, got Gucci lense, they dark as fuck, Don′t care about shit, but goin' up


Cartier watch on the wrist go insane, Had to call up my bae, yeah, I′m on the way, Couple of glasses with the champagne, Had to pour up a four, in a Minute Maid
Fuck that sprite, not gon' use that today, Amiri jeans on, Prada hat, got the grillz on my teeth, nigga, where your at?
Yeah they gon′ cap out, yeah, that niggas wack
All I do is, just smile, just to make her wet, hope the people I really love, got my back, Kota, the best him, I'm the best
Yeah, this shit stuck on me, yeah, it stuck on me
Steady chasin′ them blues, If you can't control you, then you must be a fool, Got the tips with the blue, If he run in my crib, got the switch on it's glued

Finna go to L.
when the fuck I′m a do, Maybe go to the club, maybe buy me some food, In the mall with my bitch, yeah, we fuck up some blues, might just go in designer and cop hella shoes

Yeah, she bad, she my bitch, don′t need no stylist, yeah, I'm be speed racin, run up to mileage, don′t care if they gon' hate me, still gon′ be shinin, don't condone no snake shit, peep in the silence

Fuck my bitch Lee Lee, five bands on me, yeah, I′ma trap out the south, yeah, I be sellin' that dough, movin' that load, yeah, we be servin′ them pounds
Air forces ones, yeah I stay with em now, Smokin′ that gas, I be smokin' it loud, High tech cup, I be sippin′ it down, knew you was fake, now I'm peepin′ it now
I know these niggas hella stuck, big bro, always comin' in a clutch, gotta stick, witta stack, clip long as fuck, got Gucci lense, they dark as fuck, Don′t care about shit, but goin' up

Cartier watch on the wrist go insane, Had to call up my bae, yeah, I'm on the way, Couple of glasses with the champagne, Had to pour up a four, in a Minute Maid