Songtext The glow Smoke Dza

The glow

My type of motivation

You see my bitch, she like
(Go daddy, go daddy, go daddy, go daddy)
You see my bitch, she like
(Go daddy, go daddy, go daddy, go daddy)
Swag check, bag check, glow
Big ring, even bigger chain, watch it glow
Brag test, gas test, glow
Roll 'bout seven bombers in a row

Roll up, light up, lift my soul
That's my preference, that's my flow
That consignment shit is slow
You don't know me, don't call me bro
You know don't me, don't call me bro
That's how I'm rocking, know your role
Ain't no logos but it's 'Lo, my girl in Gucci and she cold

You see my bitch, she like
(Go daddy, go daddy, go daddy, go daddy)
You see my bitch, she like
(Go daddy, go daddy, go daddy, go daddy)
Swag check, bag check, glow
Big ring, even bigger chain, watch it glow
Brag test, gas test, glow
Roll 'bout seven bombers in a row

She gave me her heart, told me, "You break it, you buy it"
She always cool always mellow, made me just trust in the process
Want me to swallow my pride, hoping my ego would digest
I'm like, "Stay humble for what?" They take advantage of (?)
Running my lane, designer shit, don't need no Dri-Fit
Niggas be thinking they prophets
Misleading the youth while they profit
Me, I'm still tryna process
How they be using they logic
We know he a square, he denying it
He say he the plug I'm like, "I guess"
I guess he gon' front 'til his dying breath

You see my bitch, she like
(Go daddy, go daddy, go daddy, go daddy)
You see my bitch, she like
(Go daddy, go daddy, go daddy, go daddy)
Swag check, bag check, glow
Big ring, even bigger chain, watch it glow
Brag test, gas test, glow
Roll bout seven bombers in a row

She gave me her heart