Gleamy Songtext

Pockets don't fit my wallet, yeah, it be raining green
Everybody feeling good, we all be seeing three

Smoke up in my lungs like I'm a motherfucking chimney
If you talking shit, but you don't know me, you a fan of me
We roll hella deep, when we cruisin' down your street
We be packing all the heat, if you wanna fuck with me
Fuck with me, secretly, you got love for me
Lurkin' on my Insta page, you be saying "goals" to me
Ain't it funny, B? Used to talk some shit to me
Now you're selling all your things, scrappin' to come see me sing
Straight out from the South
Yeah bitch, I'm from Texas like a demon in your house
Ooh, yeah, got my name all in your mouth
These diamonds holding weight, I think I lost a couple pounds

When I step in the room, everybody see me
When I smile, you'll go blind, my teeth be gleamy
Pockets don't fit my wallet, yeah, it be raining green
Everybody feeling good, we all be seeing three They call me goth bitch, kinda thick (Yeah)
Healthy but my rounds are sick (Ayy)
Think, think you stayed? I'll make that flip (Flip)
Yeah, I'm that bitch you cannot miss
When I step in the room, everybody see me
When I smile, you'll go blind, my teeth be gleamy
Pockets don't fit my wallet, yeah, it be raining green
Everybody feeling good, we all be seeing three

Ayy, I am not playing, bitch, get out my lane
You think you compare? You fucking insane
Bitch, are you hungry? Feeding off my vibe
You gon' get hurt, you ain't about my life
I blow y'all out the same with ease
Bitch, give me brain like PHD
I am not queen, bitch, what you mean?
I am so fresh like I'm Febreeze

When I step in the room, everybody see me
When I smile, you'll go blind, my teeth be gleamy
Pockets don't fit my wallet, yeah, it be raining green
Everybody feeling good, we all be seeing three