wanna be

He in love with Glo

Never got the cookie but got my name tatted (ayy)

Killer where? Don't know who he killed, I heard that man ratted (damn)

Never full, when it's time to eat, I be his main platter

NYC, New York Fashion Week, Tommy Hill' jacket (huh)

Tell these hos to stay dangerous 'cause now I know they niggas safe (nah)

My nigga say he faithful, I still got a few hos just in case (got too)

I can't lie, I used to simp so hard but them my old ways

It's three hundred sixty-five days in a year, couldn't play with me on none of them days (whoo!)

Fuckin' ass freaky nigga (ugh)