"Glitchin" lyrics

Do you hear this often?
I still found it (No, no)
If just help me
I feel unconscious (Oh)
I'm numb to all the pain in which you had caused

I'm 'bout to start glitchin'
Look, baby, pay attention
Told you my fears and they go right out the other ear (Ooh)
Showed you these bands and you listen (Ooh)
Uh, they in the grass and they slitherin', hmm, you gotta hear when they hissin'
Fake-ass rappers tryna be my friend, get lil' bro to spin right on they vid, don't wanna let 'em in, oh
Baby mama problems, I be better without it
Nowadays, all you wanna do is get in my pockets
All on me, George Floyd, can you let me breathe?
Put a fuckin' million on my neck, you wanna see me freeze, oh
Let her be free, she was for the streets
Tryna keep my P 'cause that bitch was me, you know
Told bro to read before you take that plea
'Cause if you ever ever eat the cheese, oh
Dead silence when we push on that button, you done up
The feds watchin', I don't care, I still got it, it's one up
Lord, forgive me for the hearts I done broke on the come-up
And I still do this often

I get money, I'm a player
G's up, hoes down, I won't save her
I stay Gucci, roll up all that
Stackin' up dollar after dollar
I get money, I'm a player
G's up, hoes down, I won't save her
I stay Gucci, roll up all that
Stackin' up dollar after dollar (Do you hear me?)

Baby, pay attention (Oh)
Look, baby, pay attention
Uh, it's the same thing every time I'm talkin' to you, will you ever ever listen?
Yeah, hey, bae, I thought we was in love
I had thought you was a ten, you turned out to be a dub
But that's what I get for judgin' the book by its cover
Roleplay with the PO to help out my brother
Montana said the CO must think he a menace
Told bro, "I'll fuck your PO just to shorten the sentence"
You already know what we on, get off my dick
From the Bronx, got a automatic when I be in the 6
And I move with a stick, three of the goons
And I pulled up with my nigga Boondog and he watchin' my six
Crunch time, Nun frontline like he settin' the pick
I would pass it off, but that would be a fuckin' assist
And I wanna score, hot nigga, I'm in the stu' with they broke down body
Full dirty chops, niggas talk 'bout hats that they never caught, like
Highbridge nigga, I could never fold
Remember rackin' up on giffys out of every store

I get money, I'm a player
G's up, hoes down, I won't save her
I stay Gucci, roll up all that
Stackin' up dollar after dollar
I get money, I'm a player
G's up, hoes down, I won't save her
I stay Gucci, roll up all that
Stackin' up dollar after dollar (Do you hear me?)

Na-na-na-na-na-na (Ooh)
Dollar after dollar (Na-na-na-na-na-na)
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na