Glass House ft. Matt Gantos Lyrics

Rogue Life

Walking round with her ass out

She bout to crash out

Smoking on that good gas

About to pass out

Turn a happy home to a fucking glass house

Paper on the table

Bout to fuckin rack out

Fuck it, I'm back again

Fuck it, I'm back again

All I got is OG smoke

Puffing on hydrogen

Nigga what's good with that hoe

How she don't like me then

Show me that he don't want smoke

Nigga come fight me then

Whatever you want

Whatever she want

And you are

At the end of two wrongs

You made it to long

And to far

I'm in a new car

Try not move wrong

Cause you got

Few bowls in the car

Ship back from uhaul

I be making plays I don't need no job

Independent route wait for the new drop

Niggas act like hoes I got some good opps

Brodie caught a body he hit two opps

Smoking on this pressure got me tweaking

Only playing offense when it's defense

Now my niggas diving out the deep end

Money on the table I be peeping

I be working hard these niggas sleeping

I be out here late night creeping

Fucking on ya hoe for the weekend

My niggas really bout that life

No this ain't pretend

Walking round with her ass out

She bout to crash out

Smoking on that good gas

About to pass out

Turn a happy home to a fuckin glass house

Paper on the table

Bout to fuckin rack out

Fuck it, I'm back again

Fuck it, I'm back again

All I got is OG smoke

Puffing on hydrogen

Nigga what's good with that hoe

How she don't like me then

Show me that he don't want smoke

Nigga come fight me then

Neck deep up in these streets

You could drown grab a paddle

Fiesting with the fleet

Pick up weapons for battle

En route to niggas street

Recoil make 'em skedaddle

Rounding me some hoes with the dogs

I ain't talking a cattle

Big greeze came like the savior

The coupe came with navigator

That pressure we navigate it

Napalm niggas and raid it

Tote arms this shit a navy

Preach psalms got hoes to praise it

Feast parm get it with my baby

Breesh on me every day I'm aging

Curiosity got her intimate with a bitch

Same way when I get to serve I get intimate with the brick

Fifty guns in every section

Nick cannon back with the sticks

Bring cannons back to the bricks

And get into it with they clique

Festivities with the liq

End up parking pimp at LIV

Setting barriers with my blick

They get a lil low still need a stitch

Original shotta

Pure matta

Them boys a fish

And make a nigga non exist

Make a nigga non exist

Walking round with her ass out

She bout to crash out

Smoking on that good gas

About to pass out

Turn a happy home to a fuckin glass house

Paper on the table

Bout to fuckin rack out

Fuck it, I'm back again

Fuck it, I'm back again

All I got is OG smoke

Puffing on hydrogen

Nigga what's good with that hoe

How she don't like me then

Show me that he don't want smoke

Nigga come fight me then