[Lyric] Loser (GloryDior!)

[Intro: GloryDior!]
[Any I see they gettin' barred or sumn boy]
Will you slide or nah?
Bill
Pah!
Muddy

[Verse I: GloryDior!]
Catch me a body in this live detective
Three 60 in Memphis
Pull up to your city ain't nobody gon' check me
Imma leave the whole block messy
Too many dracos
Got too many Glocks and sticks
If a nigga wanna be brave
He can meet down, meet the fuckin' clique (Dummy)
Yeah he claimed he was a real one
But we'll see who really is the bitch
You talkin' on the internet
But I know you ain't wid the shits
Not one body two body three body
Yeah we finna hit a lick
Yeah dummy who you bussin' quick?
Glock 40 extended clip
Poolside nigga he gon' slip
[?] he gon' trip
Yeah bring guns to the UK
Yeah I got to get my brothers set
Bad bitch she look like Cardi B
She call me "Offset"
We caught your brother's body
Yeah lil nigga you is next
[Chorus: GloryDior!]
If a bruv got a problem
All he could do is send the fuckin' text
We gon' body the loser
Yeah, lil boy is a loser, wooser
If a bruv got a problem
All he gotta do is send the fuckin' text
We gon body the loser
Yeah, lil boy is a loser, wooser (Dummy!)

[Bridge: GloryDior!]
Bitch!
Ahh!

[Verse II: iCue]
Call me a loser abuser
Ride round in the cougar cruiser
Grandad bruiser, accuser
For being an intruder remover from the premesis
Throw me in a genesis, don't read my messages, cuz you my nemesis
Suck on the end of the barrel of my gun
Fam your brain lights up brighter than the sun
Fam I ain't setting it to stun
Fam for me this is fun
Fam but this has just begun
Fam tell me I got it in my bum
Fam this shit you cannot outrun
[Chorus: GloryDior!]
If a bruv got a problem
All he could do is send the fuckin' text
We gon' body the loser
Yeah, lil boy is a loser, wooser
If a bruv got a problem
All he gotta do is send the fuckin' text
We gon body the loser
Yeah, lil boy is a loser, wooser (Dummy!)

[Verse III: GloryDior!]
He spins then we spin
We're gonna wet up the whole block
You a dick rider lil nigga
Yeah your mouth is full of cocks
5k on your head nigga
Yeah time tickin' on the clock
Fuckin' with the wrong ones
Lil nigga that's gon' get you dropped

[Chorus: GloryDior!]
If a bruv got a problem
All he could do is send the fuckin' text
We gon' body the loser
Yeah, lil boy is a loser, wooser
If a bruv got a problem
All he gotta do is send the fuckin' text
We gon body the loser
Yeah, lil boy is a loser, wooser (Dummy!)
[Verse IV: Lil Bruh]
Choppa go baow, choppa go baow
Choppa in your face, right about now
Choppa like a robot, shit won't miss ya
Suckin' like a hoover, you know I won't kiss ya
Back to the basics, Bruh and the Cue
Waiting on your block, yeah I'm in the queue
Yeah I'm a retard, my brain's got maggots
Shout to the opps, who gassed these faggots?
I'll slide on your dad, won't leave him breathing
Don't care for your fam, nor your feelings
Hop out the whip, no hearts beating
Baow, choppa go
Grr grr baow
Tip you like a cow, I want it now
You down bad starving, think I'm Mao
Shout to my mans, and my mans
And my mans
They some fuckboys but man don't care
If he's a loser, if he texts I'll air

[Chorus: GloryDior!]
If a bruv got a problem
All he could do is send the fuckin' text
We gon' body the loser
Yeah, lil boy is a loser, wooser
If a bruv got a problem
All he gotta do is send the fuckin' text
We gon body the loser
Yeah, lil boy is a loser, wooser