Yeah Glo! - GloRilla (lyrics) GloRilla (B100) (Go Grizz) Oh, gang, gang (grizz) Oh, gang, gang Yeah, run up on big Glo, you won\u0027t, I bet your ass be on the floor Big carbon hit like Mayweather, Tula come through and bow a ho Got millions out that rap shit, they hate a bitch, but they stole the flow Got backend after backend comin\u0027, fuck \u0027em, I stole the show Don\u0027t run up on that bitch, she a headcase, all she do is shoot I signed my deal up on a PJ and hopped out a parachute I\u0027m geeked, don\u0027t ask me \u0027bout no more features, I might just stare at you I\u0027m geeked, don\u0027t ask me \u0027bout no more features, I might embarrass you Stomp a lil\u0027 pussy ho with some shell toes (Yeah, Glo!) Slappin\u0027 rap bitches and makin\u0027 bail, ho (Yeah, Glo!) Two-tone Cartier match the nails, ho (Yeah, Glo!) No competition, these bitches stale, ho (Yeah, Glo!) Cuban on Cuban, my shit in layers, ho (Yeah, Glo!) Say they get money, but I can\u0027t tell, ho (Yeah, Glo!) Keep runnin\u0027 circles around these snail hoes (Yeah, Glo!) And my shit bumpin\u0027 up in the jail, ho Big Glo, where you been at? Mane, everywhere, I\u0027m workin\u0027 hard Maybach and G-Wagon trucks, got M and M\u0027s in my garage Quick to crank up on a ho, you bitches better not get me started Locked in with the gangstas and players, my folks gon\u0027 keep it solid Everything I got on new, it look like I got renovated (ayy) I\u0027m cocky, bitch, when I was just humble they didn\u0027t appreciate it (fuck \u0027em) Young wealthy and ratchet, I\u0027m the hood bitches\u0027 motivation (stamped it) On top of the world now, they tried to underestimate me (haha) Them bitches fraudulent, you know you the truth (Get \u0027em, Glo!) Stop overthinkin\u0027, these hoes can\u0027t fuck with you (period) (Get \u0027em, Glo!) Standin\u0027 on business in these Chanel shoes Before I let a ho play with me, I\u0027ll go eat some jail food, on gang Stomp a lil\u0027 pussy ho with some shell toes (Yeah, Glo!) Slappin\u0027 rap bitches and makin\u0027 bail, ho (Yeah, Glo!) Two-tone Cartier match the nails, ho (Yeah, Glo!) No competition, these bitches stale, ho (Yeah, Glo!) Cuban on Cuban, my shit in layers, ho (Yeah, Glo!) Say they get money, but I can\u0027t tell, ho (Yeah, Glo!) Keep runnin\u0027 circles around these snail hoes (Yeah, Glo!) And my shit bumpin\u0027 up in the jail, ho Oh, gang (yeah, Glo!) (Yeah, Glo!)