Glory

Woo this that sh*t they didn't want me on

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 sh*t they didn't want

I act a a** and sh*t a skunk I will I won't

Black your eye like will I am you Willy Wonka

That's me in the Lam I'm disappearin' like Jimmy Hoffa

AK-47 my business partner business is swell

French kiss a b**ch she don't speak French

Can't kiss and tell

I push his a** in the 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 ** frail they Chip and Dale

They little girls

Watch me act a donkey then pin a tail

Spit out your nails

Uh glory hallelujah

Holy sh*t I'm the holy sh*t I'm God's manure

I know how to hack a jeweller 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

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-boo

I got them spooked too

I drive a neutral shock the future like Dr Luther

I'm not a chooser your mom a cougar

I sock it to her

My coc*ine white as a white beluga

I like bazookas

I'm high as lunar I'm wilder than tigers Nikes Pumas

Woo this that sh*t you didn't want me on

My w**d 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 f**kin' artist drawin' is the art of war

These **' 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 sh*t I'm the sh*t

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 sh*t and you party poopin

Am I talkin' crazy too much coffee maybe

I smell like money I know broke ** 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 b**ch if you wired justifiably

Hustle wit' a motive you know this

I'm wit' my whoadies

No snakes no rodents no ad-libs no corolls No stress no worries

Took you to a respiratory

It's self-explanatory the glory is mandatory glory

Uh glory hallelujah

Holy sh*t I can't hold this sh*t 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 tie is Lucas my driver's crusin' my partner's ruthless

My flower's rootless my pocket's roofless she poppin' roofies

I am stolen that I not slow that I not humen

You are not immune to this kind of music you got 'em Tunechi

You got 'em Tunechi I got 'em