Glass House Big K.R.I.T.

[Chorus: Big K.R.I.T.]
Don't you want to rest that ass in this glass
Don't, don't you want to rest that ass in this glass
Don't, don't you want to rest that ass in this glass house
If you ain't sucking or fucking, get yo' ass out
Don't you want to rest that ass in this glass
Don't, don't you want to rest that ass in this glass
Don't, don't you want to rest that ass in this glass house
If you ain't sucking or fucking, get yo' ass out

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Uh, niggas got shows to get to and shit
Yeah, no time for fucking around
It's the Planes and the Taylor Gang, yeah
Dash digital, situation critical
Hate to make it so blatant baby, but I ain't playing
Maybe you got me confused with one of them other dudes
I ain't none of them, under they breath mumbling
Scared to tell them hoes what it is, you put yourself in that position
I chill with all that baller fishing
You fucked around and you caught a shark
Cold heart, tear your feelings apart
I'm more focussed on getting my rims powder-coated
One of the dopest, I'm Schedule 1, you just ibuprofen
What is you smoking? Them bogus growings, they got you choking
The option's open, you can hide with them suckers
Or ride low and get higher than a muh'fucker