Glo Up – gimme head (feat. Bakkdoor Trev & cosznmo) Lyrics

Bad bih (Gimme head)
And she finna (Gimme head)
She wanna come and just (Gimme head)
I don't wanna f*ck, just (Gimme head)
All of these niggas they hating on me but his bih wanna (Gimme head)
Damn, his mom wanna (Gimme head)
Keep yo clothes on and (Gimme head)
Yeah, all of these niggas they told me to walk on the mufucking beat, I ran
And I blow this shit up like we in Iran
And they ask if I'm the goat, like bitch I am
So his bitch (Gimme head)
And I slid on this bitch like I'm up in a sled
And the minute she saw me you know that she fled
Man she fucking with me cuz she know I'm ahead
G-L-O-U-P, uh
They wanna be like me
Can't walk in my section it's VIP
I'm so high up cant be where I be
Like don't try us or D-I-E
Yeah, shit get busy I feel I'm Yeat
Man I'm tryna get litty yo bitch is a freak
That bitch is a carnivore, love to eat meat, hah

Bro kept on rushing me bruh, I'm guessing I'ma just do this shit right now
(All y'all wildin to me like)
F*ck it, cmon
You ready? Oh yeah (Watchu talking about)
I told that bih (Gimme head)
AP with a scope and it stay by the bed
I aint beefing with niggas to get hit with lead
Got a GLOCK 26 and it came with a leg
We gon creep all black onna mission
Ride with two .40s, the windows is tinted
Nigga post his location, we gon come thru and bend it
These niggas capping like shit they don't really be spinning
F*ck her throat
Rip her neck
Whip out dick
She get wet
She get nasty for a check
And she gon throw it for the set
He keep running from the switch, I bet that hot shit hit his neck
Bullets bake him like a oven, we gon bag him if he fucking flex

Told that bih to, uh (Gimme head)
Yeah, told that bih gimme yeah
Uh, uh, gimme yeah
Uh, Tell that bih to uh, uh, yeah
Uh, uh, uh, yeah, told that bih to gimme uh, yeah
Told that bih to uh, hold on
Yeah, tell that bih to gra, gra
Tell that bih to gimme head
Ion want top bitch, gimme bread
Ion want talk bih, I aint ted
I aint no cop bih, I aint fed
Yeah, hold on
See a opp, ima serve him lead
Get a opp lined, nigga should have read
Not talking jelly, that hoe gon' spread
Uh, yeah, and I'm in that trap serving up that pan
Just like that cash, we up in the land
She give me top, heard that she a fan
Yeah, heard that lil bitch she a groupie
Throat 5'4 so I call that bih uzi
Uh, got her wet like YFN Lucci
Yeah, uh, feel like xan cuz the hat got a gucci
Leave a opp mute like he max with a ruby, uh
Nigga ion gotta ask for the coochie
Yeah, uh
Just like a fitted bih gon' gimme head
Stick got a beam, know the dot is red
Him and his beam leave that nigga dead