Free Wop, aye Justo
Free my nigga Slick
I gotta pull my pants up my ass
Free, free my nigga you know
I need that
You know, you got to spend money to make money
Glo Gang yall know how we rocking man
Im off 3 xans I dont even do xans
I pop X man, I pop flats man
Aye, shut the fuck up
Boy gon duck when my orange on him 
Shoot you now its orange on ya 
Now its dead on ya
Dead mans in my pockets, and I spend all em 
On 4,000 Gucci jackets 
She gave me top then Gucci tapped it 
Tag team, then I hop in my car drag racing, racing 
You pacing, Im racing to the cake and Im icey
You basic 
Every fucking thing I wear costs a thousand, or better, ayy
Fo a Gucci sweater 3,000... 3,000 Burberry 
Riding fast the cops was chasing me 
They can get wet with them pistols playin Hail Mary, ayy 
Cause Im tired of getting locked up 
Thats the reason that officer got shot up
Running with this paper like a running back 
Boy, you cant get none of that 
Foghorn, Ima let this dog out at you
Bull Dog, coming through fuck the law 
Bang bang
Bitch I go by Jusglo 
Shoot yo ass in yo throat 
Niggas know Im Glo 
Im tryna get them rolls 
Ayy, ayy
Justo tryna get them rolls, ayy 
See a opp, he gon score 
After doing hits, make the kill, call D-Moe 
I think I need a pill and I need some smoke 
Bring some pound, bring some Remy, bring the hoes 
Its all about the Glo, Free D-Rose 
Who is you? I dont know 
Move around, cock it back, Ima blow, GRATATA! 
Kill your father and your mother and your fucking son 
Bitch I glowin just like a sun 
Im Glo Gang nigga fuck your Mob
My life Gucci, ayy, and its a movie, ayy
I got clips just like a fuckin movie, ayy, ayy 
Quentin Tarantino, with these pistols I think Im Terintino 
Bitch I think Im Godfather, off this dope Tony Montana 
But Im Sosa and I Glo way harder 
Bitch and I aint have no father
Now Im finna hop up in my Rover