Wiz Khalifa – Glass House (feat. Curren$y, Big K.R.I.T.) Lyr

Wiz Khalifa – Glass House (feat. Curren$y, Big K.R.I.T.) Lyrics

Glass House

Wiz Khalifa (feat. Curren$y, Big K.R.I.T.)

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"Glass House." - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Curren$y, Big K.R.I.T.)

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 05:15 pm

Album: Kush & Orange Juice (15th Anniversary)

Track No: 16

Don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass?
Don't, don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass?
Don't, don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass house?
If you ain't suckin' or fuckin', get yo' ass out
Don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass?
Don't, don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass?
Don't, don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass house?
If you ain't suckin' or fuckin', get yo' ass out
Dash digital, situation critical
Hate to make it so blatant, baby, but I ain't playin'
Maybe you got me confused with one of them other dudes
I ain't none of them, under they breath, mumblin'
Scared to tell them hoes what it is
You put yourself in that position
Out-chea with all that baller fishin'
You fucked around and you caught a shark
Cold heart, tear your feelings apart
I'm more focused on gettin' my rims powder-coated
One of the dopest, I'm Schedule 1
You just ibuprofen, what is you smokin'?
Them bogus growers, they got you chokin'
The options open, you can hide with them suckas
Or ride low and get higher than a motherfucka, yeah
Don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass?
Don't, don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass?
Don't, don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass house?
If you ain't suckin' or fuckin' get yo' ass out
Don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass?
Don't, don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass?
Don't, don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass house?
If you ain't suckin' or fuckin' get yo' ass out
Straight stuntin', sucka **** I take from 'em
They bitches that is, get up in the car with Wiz
They know they gon' bake somethin', ain't frontin'
Smoke it all, the eighth onion
Get it twisted 'cause you see me on your computer screen
Thinkin' 'cause you got wireless you get high as us
Bitches leavin' they lame **** to ride with us
Planes over everything, in the fly we trust
Just by the smell it's obvious
That my connect come from Cali
I'm good long as the money pilin' up
All the while I'm just quick lane pimpin'
Big Jane twistin'
Walkin' how I talk it, bitch, that's Pittsburgh pimpin'
Don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass?
Don't, don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass? (Yeah, bitch)
Don't, don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass house?
If you ain't suckin' or fuckin', get yo' ass out
Don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass?
Don't, don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass?
Don't, don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass house?
If you ain't suckin' or fuckin', get yo' ass out
Yo, now I was candy coated, bendin' corners
Fifth, fifth wheelin' made a killin' with the bumper grill and chandelier cellin', plush linen
Is you fuckin'? Is you suckin'?
I was wonderin', 'cause if not don't be pushin' on my buttons in my Cutlass unless you cuttin'
Bitch, I'm just sayin', I ain't trickin', it's a reason that this porno flick playin'
Trunk shakin', knockin' pictures off the wall
Southern matin' call, 808 mean no draws
You got friends, I fuck em' all
What you mean you ain't nasty?
Why the fuck you came?
Just imagine what you got to do to get up in my plane
Mississippi pimp, mouth piece frigid
Dolomite out of sight, show you right, can you dig it, shawty?
Don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass?
Don't, don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass?
Don't, don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass house?
If you ain't suckin' or fuckin' get yo' ass out
Don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass?
Don't, don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass?
Don't, don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass?

Writer(s): Wiz Khalifa, Justin Scott & Shante Franklin.

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