Name: Tres Leches by glo
Duration: 1 min 58 s
Description: https://youtu.be/MbPSNHDyXHM?si=BBLhj9__sZNn728n

2 damn high air pilot I got my phone on airplane mode bc everywhere I go I be fly as shi 🔥

produced by me, mxhzee
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Glo - Still

fully produced by rexv2

LYRICS

I was gon' text you back but I did not know what to say, yeah
Situation bad and I left my clothes at your place
With twin bad h*es different race
Twin been ducking RICO case
Call up mud, said he ok
He call me up, I'm serving
Bass- Bass- Bass- Bass-
New AR we don't use mace
Fill that yard with yellow tape
Twin go hard if its bout' that pape
Pop out, Scar em' with that drac
I'm living large and this sh*t great
I'm with my dawg like Fin & Jake
These h*es just call me just to debate
Ian' tryna waste my time, nah
Ian' tryna waste my life, huh
Can you get line? yeah
Block yo' number just might, uhhh
Skrrr, Bently Truck
Pillows in the back, it's plush
We talk tough but back that up
Bad h*e, said she tryna back that up
Fine sh*t, twin tryn' mack on her
Diamonds on my neck, sh*t bust
And you stay on that keyboard, tough
N*gga like this sh*t Rust, yuh
Twin might get you touched
That sh*t not even sh*t to us, ahhh
Bro lift you up
Angle wings, sh*t pick up
They tryna throw me that bag
It isn't enough
N*ggas tryna act like they bigger than us
Fake kick, you ain't even kicking with us
I'm in the A and I'm living it up
I ain't even pick up the phone and she tripping or sum'
I'm up in the booth baby yeah I'm locked in, I ain't tripping on nun'
Like look what you do n*gga
You ain't locked in, you can't get in with us
My lil' brother true n*gga yeah he mobbin'
I've been getting lit with you bruh
Gang sending 22 slugs
I ain't gon' pretend I'm a thug
I done put some sh*t in my cup
Brudda up that stick out the truck

I was gon' text you back but I did not know what to say, yeah
Situation bad and I left my clothes at your place
With twin bad h*es different race
Twin been ducking RICO case
Call up mud, said he ok
He call me up, I'm serving
Bass- Bass- Bass- Bass-
New AR we don't use mace
Fill that yard with yellow tape
Twin go hard if its bout' that pape
Pop out, Scar em' with that drac
I'm living large and this sh*t great
I'm with my dawg like Fin & Jake
These h*es just call me just to debate
Ian' tryna waste my time, nah
Ian' tryna waste my life, huh
Can you get line? yeah
Block yo' number just might, uhhh
Skrrr, Bently Truck
Pillows in the back, it's plush

Bass

bass

Fully Produced By rexv2

LYRICS

I think this h*e tryn' f*ck with me
That sh*t don't mean nun'
I got rich I'm counting dumb fifties
Fleh, Fleh, Big draco drum
They love rex
N*gga make em' jump
You can't spin back
B*tch is you dumb
You can't spin back
B*tch is you drunk
I'm with two bad b*tches tryn' f*ck
And she tryn' gag lil' b*tch suck
Twin, can you pour that lil' sh*t in my cup
Black sh*t, my drank, looking like mud
I don't know sh*t bout no rizzin no huzz
And I don't even get mad
That sh*t is what it was
Send him some shots
We aint' sending no love
I'm with my twin with my-
With my cuzz
Might f*ck a gemini
Just because
We make a n*gga fly
He a dove
Might up a twenty-five
With these h*es got a line up of twenty-five
Tryna' diss on a live and a n*gga died
Since he wanna go live
We gon' get him live
Put that fye on his *ss
Man that n*gga tried
This h*e say I'm that guy
I'm like "F*cking right"
Send the lo I might slide
"Am I f*cking right?"
Put this h*e on her side if I done it right

Stop it
Doing that fake sh*t
My n*ggas pop it
Slide tryn' spray sh*t
N*ggas tryn' drop sh*t
I just been waiting
Look at my options
N*ggas not maceing sh*t
We got Glock 10
B*tch I'm amazing
I just been flossing
I just got eight pints in from the doctor
All black spray on my sh*t
Sh*t awesome
H*e straight slaying my sh*t
Sh*t Awesome
H*e straight slaying my sh*t
Sh*t Awesome
New drank came in
Sh*t out of boston
New J's came in n*gga just coped em'
You straight saying sh*t
Boy you the coppers
Bad h*e, lay my sh*t on her knockers
N*ggas wanna play
They get put off they rocker
I aint' even play
I just went to my locker
Ball every day
Right wrist might lock up
A whole three days
Lil' twin got locked up
Better watch what you say
Lil' twin might pop up
Had to take off the brain
Had to lift that top up
Said she AB gang
Had to lift her top up
Riding round every day
Gotta keep yo' choppa
Young n*ggas get slayed
Old N*ggas get slaughtered

I think this h*e tryn' f*ck with me
That sh*t don't mean nun'
I got rich I'm counting dumb fifties
Fleh, Fleh, Big draco drum
They love rex
N*gga make em' jump
You can't spin back
B*tch is you dumb
You can't spin back
B*tch is you drunk
I'm with two bad b*tches tryn' f*ck
And she tryn' gag lil' b*tch suck
T- Twin, can you pour that lil' sh*t in my cup
Black sh*t, my drank, looking like mud
I don't know sh*t bout no rizzin no huzz
And I don't even get mad
That sh*t is what it was
Send him some shots
We aint' sending no love
I'm with my twin with my-
With my cuzz
Might f*ck a gemini
Just because
We make a n*gga fly
He a dove
Might up a twenty-five
With these h*es got a line up of twenty-five
Tryna' diss on a live and a n*gga died
Since he wanna go live
We gon' get him live
Put that fye on his *ss
Man that n*gga tried
This h*e say I'm that guy
I'm like "F*cking right"
Send the lo I might slide
"Am I f*cking right?"
Put this h*e on her side if I done it right

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