Glass Bowls
1900Rugrat
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Glass Bowls Song LyricsIf you ain't with it bitch, get the fuck gone
Yeah, uh
Yeah, uh uh
Same mo'fucka you frontin'
Better watch that back door
Ain't no lean but let that money slim out they gon' act poor
I was in the L poor
Like some m n' bap doe
Unc bussin' down the loosie he don't fuck wit' glass bowls
Dreams to nightmares when lil' bro died wish I was right there
So much money comin' I knew somethin' wasn't right here
Or wasn't finna be
I could feel the energy
Plain oats for breakfast we ain't have no fuckin' cinnamon
Went from thrift jeans to VETEMENTS
Play wit' rock like sediments
I be wit' my dead friends
Ain't no damn Benjamin's
Lost dem boys now money don't even feel right when I'm countin' it
I just wish my bruddas was here to count that shit
Like god say, be grateful
I be tryin' dawg I be tryin'
(I be tryin' dawg I be tryin' bitch I be tryin' yeah I be tryin')
Bitch I be tryin' not to crash
I be tryin' not to spazz
I be tryin' for that bag
Nah Ion' be trying I be gettin' to it
Ion' be trying I be gettin' to it
I just hit the stove residue on me you can tell
Contact got me smacked but I hate the way it smell
Walk out hit the porch got dem bowls and my bail
Might just start a business how they flyin' off the shelves
You a worker I'll have you in the trap just like an elf
Slidin' from the L all the way down to the Dale
I been grindin' so damn much you would think a cracka on a rail
Fill his whip with shells huh, just like Mario
Ls walk up out the buildin' where the party go?
Bitch I'm with the 2s leave ya shitty number 2 but I ain't drawin' tho
Barrel it's already starin' at you what you drawin' for?
This shit cost an arm and leg, arm 'n hammer bakin' soda
Took 2 hours to cook my first 31 dat bih kept quakin' over
Wide body this bih migh' hurt somebody dis bih keep shakin' on me
All this chicken, I feel like the fry man
Big stick I'm walking round bitch like I'm a blind man
Ion even need no watch they know I'm on that time man
Tony Hawk, bitch I'm always on that grind man
Ridin' through yo hood with this fuckin' Iron Man
Bitch I feel like Iron Man wit' dis Iron Man
Same mo'fucka you frontin'
Better watch that back door
Ain't no lean but let that money slim out they gon' act poor
I was in the L poor
Like some m n' bap doe
Unc bussin' down the loosie he don't fuck wit' glass bowls
Dreams to nightmares when lil' bro died wish I was right there
So much money comin' I knew somethin' wasn't right here
Or wasn't finna be
I could feel the energy
Plain oats for breakfast we ain't have no fuckin' cinnamon
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