Glad 2B, Chosen Lyrics

Gotta move discreet (yea)

Keep a tech in my fleece yea (peww pew)

Beatin up the street (yea)

Bitches know im Elite (yeah)

Louis on my feet (Feet)

Keep them Racks in my brief (yea)

Just sipping my Lean (yea)

Hoes on dick when I step on the scene (yea)

Feel like a goblin how im bout my green (yea)

Stepin and Swinging, im wrapping shit like its kid cuisine

Extension coming out my pole long like a limousine (limousine)

Gotta protect my soul (ya ya oh ya)

Gotta beat up that road (ya ya)

It was just me and Tone ( ya ya o ya)

We was just sending bows right to Montana (Montana)

I cannot fuck on yo hoe cuz I got High Standards (High standard)

Anti-Social I cannot fuck wit no Bystander

Smoking my dope all day I swear im not Landing (Not Landin)

Lil'Bitch know my drip water like the Titanic (Titanic)

Nigga talking all that shit, get split cuz im Hot Headed (Hot headed)

Y'all niggas doin that powder im not talking bout sledding (no sledding)

Lil'Bitch I dress in all white I feel like im the Reverend (the Reverend)

Ima hit that bitch in one night, ion do no texting (No texin)

Anytime I think about pints I wanna move to Texas

I be going hard thinking bout my life

Rollin dice, Might go right to New York so I can see the lights

Pour a 4, now im reminiscing im thinking how they took my cousin life

Spin the block im use bare arms cuz nigga that b my fuckin rights

Saks Fifth ima cop Marni (yea)

Fuckin yo hoe till the morning

Ridin wit chops like Harley's (oh yea)

Smack a nigga like Matt Hardy

Fly nigga like Jeff Hardy

Flexin on niggas aint sorry

My Bitch bad like a Barbie (OH)

My niggas gone ball like Harvey...........(ya)