Glory

Glory Woo this that shit they didn't want me on I'm 'bout to act a badonkadonk shamone shamone Don't need sugar I need cream I'm dark and strong The garbage man puttin' on cologne aroma wrong I'm on I'm on this that shit they didn't want I act a ass and shit a skunk I will I won't Black your eye like will.i.am you Willy Wonka That's me in the Lamb' I'm disappearin' like Jimmy Hoffa AK-47 my business partner business is swell French kiss a bitch she don't speak French can't kiss and tell I push his ass in a wishin' well then wish him well Sippin' syrup like ginger ale but I'm the quickest snail From here to Hell I hear them hail I give them hell I'm spittin' hail I'm Clinton well I did inhale These niggas frail they Chip and Dale they little gals Watch me act a donkey then pin a tail spit out your nails Uh glory hallelujah Holy shit I'm the holy shit I'm God's manure I know how to hack a jeweler ward and not computers I meditate like a Buddhist holy ramen noodles And now you sleep I'm inside your room wit' a lot of shooters You wake up to this chopper tool it's like cock-a-doodle I'm awkward cuckoo I turn your Froot Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo I'm hotter than Honolulu glory unto you Glory Glory I'm awkward cuckoo I turn your Froot Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo I'm hotter than Honolulu my clothes and socks and shoes new I been a boo-boo since ga-ga goo-goo and Dada FUBU Make everybody that knew you boo-hoo I got them spooked too I drive in neutral shock the future like Dr. Luther I'm not a chooser your mom a cougar I'll sock it to her My cocaine white as a white beluga I like bazookas I'm high as lunar I'm wilder than tigers Nikes Pumas Woo this that shit you didn't want me on My weed louder than underarms and car alarms Cheers I said Surprise but couldn't party long I got to get back to the grind and the drawin' board But all this fuckin' artist drawin' is the art of war These niggas soft as teddy bears talk to Marky Mark I wet your block leave it a waterpark broad or dark I whip the work like tartar sauce you want it hard or raw huh Uh glory hallelujah Holy shit I'm the shit Porta-Potty Tunechi Unload the Glock profusely when sortin' out confusion Your motor mouth keep vroomin' I'm goin' Tony Stewart I'm on the fluid I'm ruined I'm cold as Boston Bruins Lost in the shoo-shoo and who's who and I lost influence Lost my point of view 'til I find a mirror start talkin' to it It told me the truth it said I'm the shit and you party poopin' Lord oh Lord Am I talkin' crazy Too much coffee maybe I smell like money I know broke niggas feel nauseated The broads elated my boys are faded my car's the latest My bars the greatest they rated X like Marvel made it She caught the babies she barfed the babies they orphans maybe We got that white girl like in the '80s that Marcia Brady I dicked Tracy like Warren Beatty I'm warm as Haiti I'm armed and lazy I'm sprayin' until my arms is lazy Pardon my mental I'm higher than Continental Went from flyin' cockroaches to flyin' without credentials That's private tell the pilot Be quiet we need our privacy Throw you off this bitch if you wired justifiably Hustle wit' a motive you know this I'm wit' my whoadies No snakes no rodents no ad-libs no chorus No stress no worries hook you to a respiratory It's self-explanatory the glory is mandatory glory Uh glory hallelujah Holy shit I can't hold this shit my bowel's looser My towel's newer my powder room is for powder-users You see rolled up dollar bills filled wit' snot and mucus My tires Lucas my driver's cruisin' my partner's ruthless My flower's rootless my pocket's roofless she poppin' roofies I'm not a student I'm not assumin' I'm not a human You are not immune to this kind of music you got 'em Tunechi You got 'em Tunechi I got 'em Glory hallelujah I got 'em Glory I got 'em I got 'em I got 'em