Glasses Malone - Somethin' Else Lyrics
Vicky Shirt, Gucci beltTags on my jeans, ***** I’m something elseGold around my wrist, kicks a half a stackOh Lord, I done found my swagOh Lord, I done found my swagOh Lord, I done found my swagWhite *****, black jackOh Lord, I done found my swagFirst off this young MoneyCash money, my gangBut east side, set her straightNigga, that’s my thingBlue side, my flat lowCase stairs and asshoHe asked for it with that dead mouthGive it to him, you assed outI’m with it dog, you know meYou with it dog, come show meShoot shoot like I’m KobeHave yo ***** come blow meMy top down, my window’s upMy music loud, got a full cupDoin me if that’s too muchThis is truly me not giving a *****I’m living it up, living it upCall that that good lifeYou kissed her like good morningI *****ed her like good nightGood night – it’s goodbyeHome to that next hoIf you don’t smoke kush niggaYou gon drink head shotYou don’t slang, push niggaIf you don’t rap, patch routeDon’t spit about my lifeGot your holster flexed onCuz fate will get you *****edIt’s more than that 6-10Cuz he’ll give, he’ll giveAnd if that shit nigga dismissedVicky Shirt, Gucci beltTags on my jeans, ***** I’m something elseGold around my wrist, kicks a half a stackOh Lord, I done found my swagOh Lord, I done found my swagOh Lord, I done found my swagWhite *****, black jackOh Lord, I done found my swagWhite ***** in that black jacketHer bank account don’t trust a bit2 glocks, 2 chainz, they play away like jungle feverAll I get is *****, and all I know is moneyEvery man’s 1200, ***** you know what it doGot them red bottles my feet huhLouie phrase my face yea5000 on jeans, 6 mo for RoseI got your *****Rolling rolling rolling, yea she up for mollyAnd we in this ***** strapped, I’m talking gangsta party100 racks on that PanameraI’m switching lanes, she switch againTalk weed or I can’t hear ya’llDoin me so ***** ya’llChain colder than my avalancheTry me, catch an avalancheSee my pockets, I’m a real gangstaCheese balls, you ain’t hear my *****Spend is all I really doRealest nigga than a mini coupeStreets say I’m hot, rich game on igluI’m ballinBallin ballin ballin ***** I’m sellin blocksSnort that line it is, I bet your ass dropVicky Shirt, Gucci beltTags on my jeans, ***** I’m something elseGold around my wrist, kicks a half a stackOh Lord, I done found my swagOh Lord, I done found my swagOh Lord, I done found my swagWhite *****, black jackOh Lord, I done found my swagBeen here, swept bang cash shawtyKillas in the OG, man they told meI hear you niggas talkin but niggas talk cheapI’m blowin mighty fast, say free Big MeechDid a lot of trees and that shit come from CatlinTime to re-up, now I’m going back to CatlinBack from Catlin, now I’m back in AtlantaBag on my bank, yea a gift like SantaMan a white ***** and I go 2 seaterRemind of the pack when I had the egg beaterI beat that white like I beat TinaMC Hammer, tell me have you seen herVicky Shirt, Gucci beltTags on my jeans, ***** I’m something elseGold around my wrist, kicks a half a stackOh Lord, I done found my swagOh Lord, I done found my swagOh Lord, I done found my swagWhite *****, black jackOh Lord, I done found my swag
