I AIN’T GOING

Woo, GloRilla

**** talkin' 'bout puttin' his muhfuckin' hands on me, **** better off puttin' his hands on his dick

And playin' with that and some muhfuckin' Jergens, ****, fuck

On gang, gang

I ain't goin' for all that roughin' me up and grabbin' me by the neck

**** put his hands on me, we gon' be smokin' on him next

**** don't even want me to walk outside, he know that I'm a threat (Ugh)

Think that boy obsessed, let's get back to this text (Uh, hey)

**** text my phone, talkin' 'bout he gon' put his hands on me, ****

I ain't goin' for that shit, nah, nah, I'ma die 'bout my respect (Woo)

Keep that **** in check, and I got the check (Woo, woo)

Kill you 'bout that bread, put it on yo' head (Woo, on gang)

Grew up fightin' my brother, **** must ain't know I was Jackie

But fuck that shit, he gon' be in the sky next time it happen (Stamp that)

Gon' pick him out a casket, put him on a caption

This Glock 23 make him sing, don't think that I'm just rappin'

Tap it, it shoot rapid, make him dance like Michael Jackson

These **** get mad and throw a bitch-fit, these **** sassy

I'm tellin' you now, this ain't the smoke you want, you better pass it

**** blowin' my phone down 'cause he see me out in Cali

Poppin' shit like I got taxes, catch up, you slow like molasses

Talkin' 'bout you gon' put your hands on who? Yo' son gon' be a bastard (On God)

Cuh gon' kill you for free, imagine what he'll do for that gaffle

Ain't even gotta call nobody, I'll beat yo' ass like I'm yo' master (On God)

I ain't goin' for all that roughin' me up and grabbin' me by the neck

**** put his hands on me, we gon' be smokin' on him next

**** don't even want me to walk outside, he know that I'm a threat (Ugh)

Think that boy obsessed, let's get back to this text (Uh, hey)

**** text my phone, talkin' 'bout he gon' put his hands on me, ****

I ain't goin' for that shit, nah, nah, I'ma die 'bout my respect (Woo)

Keep that **** in check, and I got the check (Woo, woo)

Kill you 'bout that bread, put it on yo' head (Woo, on gang)

Big Glo, I'm the lit one, I'm finna do my big one

**** swing on me, gon' fuck the city up with this one (Stamp that)

Put you with your dead ass homies, since you say you miss 'em

Can't pay Rambo to take his mask off, he like Lil Pistol

Gangsta bitch, this pole I got on me, it ain't for strippin'

Try to hit me, I'ma show yo' bitch ass you ain't no hitta (Ho)

Quick to hit a ho, but ain't gon' do shit to them ****

Them face tattoos don't scare me, I grew up 'round real killers, on gang

I ain't goin' for all that roughin' me up and grabbin' me by the neck

**** put his hands on me, we gon' be smokin' on him next

**** don't even want me to walk outside, he know that I'm a threat (Ugh)

Think that boy obsessed, let's get back to this text (Uh, hey)

**** text my phone, talkin' 'bout he gon' put his hands on me, ****

I ain't goin' for that shit, nah, nah, I'ma die 'bout my respect (Woo)

Keep that **** in check, and I got the check (Woo, woo)

Kill you 'bout that bread, put it on yo' head (Woo, on gang)

Uh, uh, uh, uh

Bitch ass **** gon' meet they muhfuckin' match runnin' into me, ho ass ****

This ain't that, fuck wrong wit' you? Bitch ass ****

Uh, uh