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Glo Limit
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Glo Limit was released on March 20, 2026 by Global Nick Sinnema Records as a part of the album Glo Limit - Single
March 20, 2026
LabelGlobal Nick Sinnema Records
LanguageEnglish
BPM84
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

Smoking crack in this bitch
Oh (Aye, aye, aye)
Oh (Aye, aye, aye, aye)
Ha, glo limit
So you can't really tell us nothing
She can keep your heart, it's nothing
Try to set me up, gon' bust it (set it up, gon bust..)
Ha, no limits
So I'ma give it all or nothing
Fuck her, don't call her
She turned to a stalker
Hit it so good, now she limping, need a walker
Rolling up Woods, missing my hood
I'm a bully in this industry, I'm shook
In the back of the car, rolling off drugs
Fuck your hoe, then I pass her, no love
Everywhere I go I make it rain
And I don't even like strip clubs
I just can't count anything
Ben Frank out the bank, no dubs
She gon' wait outside in the rain
For a **** to get back hustling
She be wanting to buy a **** things
I ain't even get her nothing
Ha, glo limit
So you can't really tell us nothing
She can keep your heart, it's nothing
Try to set me up, gon' bust it (gon bust it)
Ha, no limits
So I'ma give it all or nothing
Fuck her, don't call her
She turned to a stalker
Hit it so good, now she limping, need a walker
No love, I ain't really fucking with these hoes, I show them no trust
**** in Chicago probably mad cuz' I glowed up
They was never loyal so I put my trust in no one
She never rode dick before I guess I gotta show her
I just bought a mansion now I'm living over average
Whenever I go broke the numbers go right back to trapping
Think this shit a game until my forty go and blast him
They ain't about to hesitate to leave him in the past tense
Hands behind her head feel like I got the bitch arrested
I can tell she like it on her body, I'm caressing
Roll the marijuana while my baby taking Xanax
Hold on a second, I'm bout to spaz
Now you didn't write this song on pen and paper
So I'll listen, ****, I'ma see you later
Always knew that I was going to be the greatest
I've been working at it since a 7th grader, yeah
If you wasn't talking about the money, ****
I ain't even trying to have the conversation
Leave a opp **** on a ventilator
When I heard he died I'ma celebrate it
Hey, run up, let a tech spray on the dome, ****, now he dead weight
Hey, she be fuckin' on the gang-gang, baby, go ahead, make it earthquake
I'ma go ahead and take it down, yeah, she gon' need to call the mayday
In this bitch we so, run up on us and we bang bang
Bad bitch with the gang
Best believe I make it rain
Glo limit every day
So you can't really tell us anything
Written by: Nick Sinnema
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