88GLAM Happy Belated Lyrics
Got it tattooed on my mind, I ain’t got hit by no luck
Double crossed a hundred times, that’s why it’s so hard for me to love
Got these karats on me crying, I’m attracting all these doves
And when I’m off that drink, I put my Patek in the glove
Yeah, I poured that in my sink I put that percy on my tongue
And n***** with the shits wont come outside without a drum
Been running through these bitches
But they act like they some nuns
When she look inside the mirror she like, “Who did I become?”
Ain’t no backtrackin’ I’m forward when I’m sitting in that Porsche
Ain’t nothing I can’t afford when I’m shopping in these stores
Yeah, my bitch built like a stallion, I fuck her like a horse
Now, we penthouse at the Ritz, used to sleeping on these floors
I just pour my drink and think about you when it’s done
Icing like a rink, I had to tell you summer’s done
It’s getting hard to think, that’s how I know I jumped the gun
Dripping like a sink, I got a pocket full of ones
Tryna be polite but I’m saying what’s real
I keep eatin’ these xannys but I still pop Seals
Icing her back with the pipe but she still pop up
Told her it was for the night but she still caught feels
Heard they talking ’bout us now
Speaking on my name like we related
Cartier bracelet bussdown (Cartier bracelet bussdown)
She throwing me the cake, happy belated (Racked out)
I’m still pulling my map up (Map up)
Baby girl, where you at though?
I keep blowing her back out (Back out), yeah
We don’t need n***** to back us (Back us)
Big ol’ body, it back up (Back up)
Smack it down till she tap out
You the same n***** had thracks with us
These days I don’t flex enough (Enough)
Baby girl, come get racks with us (Racked out, racked out)
Young n**** pouring his last up
Adderall got me gassed up
I just pour my drink and think about you when it’s done
Icing like a rink, I had to tell you summer’s done
It’s getting hard to think, that’s how I know I jumped the gun
Dripping like a sink, I got a pocket full of ones
Tryna be polite but I’m saying what’s real
I keep eatin’ these xannys but I still pop Seals
Icing her back with the pipe but she still pop up
Told her it was for the night but she still caught feels
Written by: Bradley James Alexander Geisler, Derek Bissue, Nicolás Guillén, Shakqueel Burthwright