Glo Up Krishu

[Intro]
I'm a falconer (I'm a falconer)
Yeah, my throat fucked up, drinking tea...
And it's still fuck that bitch and she-
Mike Hector on the beat, Hector on the beat
Knowin' what I rep, this that 23
Aye, whoa, aye

[Hook]
23 what I throw up, she wanna fuck cuz Krishu Glo Up
Shorty off her Lexapro if she don't think I blow up
Suck me at the Texaco, I block her ass like Noah
And my white bitch went to Goa, swallow me just like a Boa

[Post Hook]
Got up, took a piss and hit the Cookies twice
I call Alvin Brian Pumper 'cause he keep the pipe
Know you told on me, I see you, you gon' die tonight
Pussy we don't like to fight, talk a lot, you meeting Christ

[Verse 1]
(I'ma..) Brown boy, we hide Glocks in the turbans (brown boy!)
Put some bullets in your way like some hurdles (boom boom boom!)
Shells like turtles, boy, we blasting like a Squirtle
I'ma fuck her in the bathroom, call her Moaning Myrtle (bih, bih!)
You can't see me, I feel like Waterbear
Double Mike make you dance, call you Fred Astaire (brr.. hello!?)
Bring my bitch around, 'cause I know you finna stare
You keep saying you got shooters, boy, then bring 'em here
I told Alvin that we caught you, that boy fell out (that boy fell out)
Where was all that bro shit, I needed bail out (needed bail out)
My shooters on that Z shit, that 23 shit
My bro sliming heavy like he stay on Bleveland (slatt!)
Sipping tea in the Benz Coupe, double parked
My bitch got the blade on her, call her Joan of Arc (huh!)
Huh, I feel like '03 Luda
I got hits like Lucas Duda
Skai lil hoe straight from Bermuda, P!
Krishu!