Glitch Lyrics

Got my own sauce, you can't tell me shit

Spammed Wal-Mart so bad, they like they came across a glitch

I just shitted on yo nigga, somehow that nigga pissed

Tail yo bitch to come over, finna bend her like a fish

Ain't no more taking shifts like a band, I take risks

On the road with that shit, drop it off like here's a gift

Still punching shit, I ain't talking bout no fist

I just know he ain't punching, I can tell by his fits

Chop him up, then drop him in the water, niggas grits

Bitch been hitting for a week, damn, this a fire piece

AmexNez on the 808s, nigga, fire beat

I just know she want the sausage every time she tryna link

Cuz got me looking on the ground, he said he just dropped a pink

Drop penis on yo bitch, then dropped in her PNC

My life real confidential, nigga, yeah I'm real discreet

Poked yo bitch with my pencil, then I glazed her Krispy Kreme

Stabbed yo bitch with my dagger, murdered her, made her scream

My Russian hacker FaceTime me, nigga, look like Mr. Clean

Off the Erk, I'm Mr. Bean, niggas actors, Charlie Sheen

Bullets like a fitness trainer, nigga, it'll make you lean

Zay said he bad backing it been fucking up his spleen

Make a nigga repeat itself, like, nigga, fuck you mean

Fire Log came from Russia, 8 million on my screen

I have to call up Wells, I'm like, this something I can't believe

Cheap ass, know what's going on

Got my own sauce, you can't tell me shit

Spammed Wal-Mart so bad, they like they came across a glitch

I just shitted on yo nigga, somehow that nigga pissed

Tail yo bitch to come over, finna bend her like a fish

Ain't no more taking shifts like a band, I take risks

On the road with that shit, drop it off like here's a gift

Still punching shit, I ain't talking bout no fist

I just know he ain't punching, I can tell by his fits