House of GLORY (feat. Stove God Cooks)

Why you mad? (Why you mad at me?) Broke nigga why you mad? Chopper out the window, chopper out the window (brrt, ba-ba, cha) You don't know my expenses I gotta buy bigger plates And bigger scales And more bags What you mad for? We put them digi' numbers on the dashboard Took her to the top from the trap floor, I'm that raw Had the feds at the front and the backdoor Broke nigga why you mad? (Nigga, why you mad?) Why you mad? Chopper out the window (brrt, ba-ba-ba, brrt, ba) Chopper out the window (ah) Foggy glass pots and TEC beams I'm Jesus with the recipe I'm everything they dying to be Half a million cash is Ecstasy Bullet holes in the Lexus, see (brrt, ba-ba-ba) He had some tricks up his Avirex sleeve This shit is wrecked for me Reach for my necklace and see (woo) One burner don't work good but we still cooking One bad brick don't stop no show, we still cookin' (still cookin') My Grandaddy told me you'd get back with your puddin' My wrist say I get back way more, and I got 20 of 'em come then and they paid for Fuck is we playin' for? You know what you payin' for Fuck is we waitin' for? What would I weigh 'em for for? It's all good and if it ain't all good, nigga, I'm all good Baby why you leave me I only fucked her a hunnid times But I love you Ayo, It was like 1989 I seen Lou wavey with the AK (ah) He said it was the first, it was a payday Told him peace Seen Emillio walk across the street He said, "Peace, lord" (peace, lord) He 'bout to meet Prada for a drink Denim Tears falling down my face Word to Mugula (ah) Crack 'cause my shit that dope, they can't fuck with us Sent Chanel 500 dollar plates, she in the county She pulled up on Tiffany, shot out the Audi (brrt, skrrt) Another Palm Angel gsng new wings (new wings) Valentino down to my shoe strings (shoe strings) Me in Vera Wang, that's my boo thang (that's my boo thang) She used to fuck Van Cleef Went through, sprayed that nigga, shit, that's on me Came through, Fendi moccasins with the big F (ah) Fucked her one time, put Lorraine on that bitch neck (woo) Vogue mink cover, got the Mac while I'm posing Your third eye closed Stupid nigga, I'm chosen F.p.journe 'bout as wet as the ocean (woo) Briefcase Goyard, snake on my loafers (mm) Nigga I'm culture Down in the A's, Gucci gloves with the poker (ah) Had Celine have us brunch, sipping Momosas Niggas like, "how this nigga house like the Moma?" Long live Virgil, got the chains on the Mona (mm) Long live Michelle when I come scoot over (I'll be)