Lyrics:

(Have you ever been to London?) GloRilla
Blrrrd (Squat made this beat)
Yeah, this what they been waitin' on right here, though
Ay, stamp that
Stamp that, nigga
(B100) let's go, let's go
Glizzo down to kizzo, hit the stizzo, get a blunt, mane
Pop out with that dawg shi', that's just how we stunt, mane
He look, he took, that's the end of the book, and now that nigga sprung, mane (he gone)
All my diamonds super clear, I'm shinin' like the sun, mane
Ay, pistol toter, pudge in my t-shirt e'ry time my drum hang (bah, bah)
You can't pick the wrong one, e'rybody lit, that's Choppa Gang (ugh)
South Memphis to the North screamin', "Ay, mane, say mane"
Bitch, you gave it, bitch, you givin' it, that's not the same thang (ho)
I just gave it, they talmbout, "It's givin'" (ay), I walk with a limp, I'm pimpin' (you know)
Just made two mil', just chillin' (ay, stamp that), they thinkin' I fell off, they trippin' (huh)
Put a bow in that pussy, it's gifted (whoo), he braggin', he fuckin' the biggest (yeah)
He say it's so tight, it be grippin' (damn), but don't nut in it, baby, you trippin' (ho)
Bitch comin' for me, who gassed her? (The fuck?) I'll put a bitch right on my platter
Ho tried to lil' sue me, I passed her (haha), thought I was mane, ho, think faster (bitch)
Victim-playin'-ass ho, stop cappin' (fuck?), ho went straight to hater from clappin' (she jumpin')
I been certi' before I went platinum (on gang) Ion stand down on shi', was hannin'? (Ho)
Can't lie, I got it on (how you comin'?) I'm fresh from the floor up, nigga (floor up, nigga)
As soon as I walk through the door (what you do?) told Shmurda to pour up, nigga (pour up, nigga)
You put Glo the P on a track (what we doin'?) just know it's gon' go up, nigga (Glo up, nigga)
Don't matter how late I be (what the fuck?) just long as I show up, nigga
Glizzo down to kizzo, hit the stizzo, get a blunt, mane
Pop out with that dawg shi', that's just how we stunt, mane (blrrrd)
He look, he took, that's the end of the book, and now that nigga sprung, mane (he gone)
All my diamonds super clear, I'm shinin' like the sun, mane
Ay, pistol toter, pudge in my t-shirt e'ry time my drum hang (bah, bah)
You can't pick the wrong one, e'rybody lit, that's Choppa Gang (ugh)
South Memphis to the North screamin', "Ay, mane, say mane"
Bitch, you gave it, bitch, you givin' it, that's not the same thang (ho)
And all them hunnids don't make you real, nigga, I know rats with some money
And that kill don't make you gangsta, nigga, I know snitches with body
See, them millions enhanced my juice, I was a motherfucker 'fore fame
You ain't made no name in all this time, bitch, you gon' die lame
I've been GG since elementary, lil' Shiesty, like, I left a stain
My city ain't wanna accept my gang, now it's a household name
Who run Memphis? Blrrrd Gang, I got rich off gun slangin'
Body drop, they get the name, and me and 'em smackers I bang with
I can pimp a renegade, see, I can sell a tub soap
.45 full of baldheads, my bullets look like Doodie Lo
BJ blew up shawty phone when we found out he was chamo
Fresh out the feds, but they still watchin', twist up my fingers and pose, bitch
I had two options, take the charge or get us hit with a RICO
I rap, but I still shoot folks, and all my foreigns got polished toes
All my jewelry rose gold, fight night in Vegas, I'm front row
Chinchilla, Frank Lucas coat, Spectre came with stars in the door, blrrrd
Glizzo down to kizzo, hit the stizzo, get a blunt, mane
Pop out with that dawg shi', that's just how we stunt, mane
He look, he took, that's the end of the book, and now that nigga sprung, mane (he gone)
All my diamonds super clear, I'm shinin' like the sun, mane
Ay, pistol toter, pudge in my t-shirt e'ry time my drum hang (bah, bah)
You can't pick the wrong one, e'rybody lit, that's Choppa Gang (ugh)
South Memphis to the North screamin', "Ay, mane, say mane"
Bitch, you gave it, bitch, you givin' it, that's not the same thang (ho)