"The Glue (F.D.O.)" lyrics
(performed by 22nd Jim)
I was in County clothes this mornin', but right now I'm dipped in SVRN
Glad I'm out that bitch, I couldn't wait to shit in private
Seen moms at the gate, and dropped tears, I couldn't hide it
Finna stamp my passport, and grab my bitch, and hit the islands
Walked in chunky, walked out cut up, no stomach
Went in rich, came out rich, don't want for nothin'
Two Maybachs, a long sleeve, walked out stuntin'
Strapped up a measly, you know Jim forever thuggin'
Hit the freeway, back to back to back, got every lane huggin'
I'm focused, mind clear like the [?] ocean
Niggas know my name, I got the motion up in Oakland
Turn the hottest niggas to packs, we roll 'em up and then we smoke 'em
When I ship Tesla, my name Trim, not Jim
I don't be playin' with bitches, ask Auntie Kim, I been him
Chrome Heart denims, hittin' off the weak timbs
I'm in this bitch with the Um, ho, so bring up freak friends
Fully ARP, we is not on defense
Got out that bitch to show my ass, ain't no more "Free Jim"
You got a boyfriend? Bitch, you should free him
Vintage tee from '93, almost cost me three bands
D.A. on my dick, get that ho some knee pads
Yeah, still in the field, nigga, Oreo cleats ass
Walked in the club with thousands, all I heard was remand
And I can't stop takin' chances, I'm in love with free bands
Ten toes down, chest out, ain't shit weak
Niggas still ain't caught up to me, you had 21 weeks
.223s, knock the doors off your Jeep
I'm a nightmare to niggas, I know they scared to go to sleep
They done let the Reaper out, on Halloween
When I walked out that bitch, I left the thugs a canteen
They done let the Reaper out, on Halloween
When I walked out that bitch, I left the thugs a canteen
They can't fuck with this shit, nigga, on no level, nigga
Never could, never will, nigga, nothin' realer, nothin' bigger, nigga
The Glue back, nigga, the machine back, nigga
Fuck is niggas talkin' bout, nigga
And just like that, I'm back, nigga
Back talkin' that shit, back poppin' that shit, nigga
Nigga can't fuck with this shit, nigga
All niggas can do is copy this shit, nigga, nothin' else, nigga, the blueprint, nigga (Bitch)
Walk out—, walk out the jail, nigga, nothin' but Maybachs outside, nigga, waitin' on me, nigga
Fuck is you talkin' bout, nigga? Thick shit, waitin' on me, nigga
Real niggas waitin' on me, nigga, bag waitin' on me, nigga
Broke-ass, bitch-ass nigga
Fake kit wearin' ass niggas, nigga, fuck you talkin' 'bout, nigga
(We in the lab with no lab diamonds, nigga, lab diamond wearin' ass nigga)
Can't fuck with this shit, nigga, on no level, bitch
And the Machine home, 1 Umbrella
I can't change, I'm 22nd ways, huh, hahaa, yea-yeah
Broke ass nigga
Who come home with, two Maybachs outside, nigga?
Outside of the jail, nigga, with the long sleeves, yeah
Nigga the—, nigga the truck bouncin' like Tommy the Clown, nigga
Thank you
Welcome home skud
Glad I'm out that bitch, I couldn't wait to shit in private
Seen moms at the gate, and dropped tears, I couldn't hide it
Finna stamp my passport, and grab my bitch, and hit the islands
Walked in chunky, walked out cut up, no stomach
Went in rich, came out rich, don't want for nothin'
Two Maybachs, a long sleeve, walked out stuntin'
Strapped up a measly, you know Jim forever thuggin'
Hit the freeway, back to back to back, got every lane huggin'
I'm focused, mind clear like the [?] ocean
Niggas know my name, I got the motion up in Oakland
Turn the hottest niggas to packs, we roll 'em up and then we smoke 'em
When I ship Tesla, my name Trim, not Jim
I don't be playin' with bitches, ask Auntie Kim, I been him
Chrome Heart denims, hittin' off the weak timbs
I'm in this bitch with the Um, ho, so bring up freak friends
Fully ARP, we is not on defense
Got out that bitch to show my ass, ain't no more "Free Jim"
You got a boyfriend? Bitch, you should free him
Vintage tee from '93, almost cost me three bands
D.A. on my dick, get that ho some knee pads
Yeah, still in the field, nigga, Oreo cleats ass
Walked in the club with thousands, all I heard was remand
And I can't stop takin' chances, I'm in love with free bands
Ten toes down, chest out, ain't shit weak
Niggas still ain't caught up to me, you had 21 weeks
.223s, knock the doors off your Jeep
I'm a nightmare to niggas, I know they scared to go to sleep
They done let the Reaper out, on Halloween
When I walked out that bitch, I left the thugs a canteen
They done let the Reaper out, on Halloween
When I walked out that bitch, I left the thugs a canteen
They can't fuck with this shit, nigga, on no level, nigga
Never could, never will, nigga, nothin' realer, nothin' bigger, nigga
The Glue back, nigga, the machine back, nigga
Fuck is niggas talkin' bout, nigga
And just like that, I'm back, nigga
Back talkin' that shit, back poppin' that shit, nigga
Nigga can't fuck with this shit, nigga
All niggas can do is copy this shit, nigga, nothin' else, nigga, the blueprint, nigga (Bitch)
Walk out—, walk out the jail, nigga, nothin' but Maybachs outside, nigga, waitin' on me, nigga
Fuck is you talkin' bout, nigga? Thick shit, waitin' on me, nigga
Real niggas waitin' on me, nigga, bag waitin' on me, nigga
Broke-ass, bitch-ass nigga
Fake kit wearin' ass niggas, nigga, fuck you talkin' 'bout, nigga
(We in the lab with no lab diamonds, nigga, lab diamond wearin' ass nigga)
Can't fuck with this shit, nigga, on no level, bitch
And the Machine home, 1 Umbrella
I can't change, I'm 22nd ways, huh, hahaa, yea-yeah
Broke ass nigga
Who come home with, two Maybachs outside, nigga?
Outside of the jail, nigga, with the long sleeves, yeah
Nigga the—, nigga the truck bouncin' like Tommy the Clown, nigga
Thank you
Welcome home skud