Glizzys Galore
(D-Mac on the fuckin' track)
(Ayy Cameron, you the man now)
Yeah I be leaving my demons inside of this bitch
Have her be posting outside of my crib fuck
I be sliding a nigga ain't hiding from shit
I'm protected this fire in the whip yeah
If you want me for real
Keep that iron inside of yo' purse, until I got' let loose
Give a fuck if you rich or you broke
If you standing on loyalty then I respect you
Yeah if you stand on yo' business
I'm standing on mines, that be the best match ain't it
Yo' baby daddy been a bitch what he rap he don't live
But we know what the catch ain't it
BCG Olive Renegade shit I be forced to look forward
Ain't looked in the past shading
I don't speak no beef nigga fuck all the opps
They be tucking they tails I got hats waiting
Bro just bought 'em a gold plated pistol shit
It look like he won him a Emmy
Only two of us with three or four straps in this bitch
It's a stolo we riding a chevy
Got all of this hatred and anger inside of my heart
But not a single hint of envy
I know the Devil on a first name basis
But still I'm rebuking it's part, we ain't friendly
Fell in love with the streets
Ain't no love for Jaey Ki', but she finding me fascinating
Yeah I go around shawty, and just for the fuck of it
Each an every time she get animating
My fuse to short, a nigga ain't having no patience
If you getting aggravating
I got bodies on standby, waiting on the right time
No I ain't procrastinating
AR 5.56, and .223 a make 'em back off
(Make 'em back off)
Want my face to be the last he see I take the mask off
(Take the mask off)
Walther with a Steel Frame Q4, 9 Milli' with a magwell
(With a magwell)
All that flodging a catch up to you, you get what you ask fo'
"Watch who you trust and depend on nobody"
It's safest to say that my Pop was right
"I don't care what you do but just make it back home"
When I leave out the crib I got Mom on mind
AR-15 and no this ain't no Smith and Wesson, manufactured by Arma-Lite
In the passenger seat I don't leave in the back
If you run up on me I cause harm tonight
They don't know that I know what I know
'Cause I promise that niggas wouldn't feel to bold
I done gave that lil' bitch all the sauce
She could give it to him, but he still gon' fold
That nigga to old
For all the weak ass shit that y'all did, the both of y'all lame
I told you stories bout them bodies we dropped
Keep that shit on yo' mind when you mention my name
I could go slide on the opps tonight
But they never outside so shit be pointless
Clicking up like a seatbelt
But they never be riding they pussy for nothing joined up
Not a negative person at all
But I don't expect shit from no one, they can't disappoint it
I'ma man if I feel that it necessary with my chest
I'ma say it, no I ain't voice-less
Got Glizzys Galore i'ma up one these pistols
No racing, no these ain't no starters
We ain't doing drive bys
Walk down on a nigga out stolos, and then we depart you
Put his ass in the dirt nigga go dig em up with a shovel
Like if you a gardener
'Fore you mention my name or you diss on my gang
Nigga slide for yo' cousins anf partners
AR 5.56, and .223 a make 'em back off (Make 'em back off)
Want my face to be the last he see
I take the mask off (Take the mask off)
Walther with a Steel Frame Q4, 9 Milli'
With a magwell (With a magwell)
All that flodging gon' catch up to ya, you get what you ask fo'
Yeah I be leaving my demons inside of this bitch
Have her be posting outside of my crib fuck
I be sliding a nigga ain't hiding from shit
I'm protected this fire in the whip yeah
If you want me for real
Keep that Iron inside of yo' purse, until I got' let loose
Give a fuck if you rich or you broke
If you standing on loyalty then I respect you
"Watch who you trust and depend on nobody"
It's safest to say that my Pop was right
"I don't care what you do but just make it back home"
When I leave out the crib I got Mom on mind
AR-15 and no this ain't no Smith andWesson
Manufactured by Arma-Lite
In the passenger seat I don't leave in the back
If you run up on me I cause harm tonight'
(Ayy Cameron, you the man now)
Yeah I be leaving my demons inside of this bitch
Have her be posting outside of my crib fuck
I be sliding a nigga ain't hiding from shit
I'm protected this fire in the whip yeah
If you want me for real
Keep that iron inside of yo' purse, until I got' let loose
Give a fuck if you rich or you broke
If you standing on loyalty then I respect you
Yeah if you stand on yo' business
I'm standing on mines, that be the best match ain't it
Yo' baby daddy been a bitch what he rap he don't live
But we know what the catch ain't it
BCG Olive Renegade shit I be forced to look forward
Ain't looked in the past shading
I don't speak no beef nigga fuck all the opps
They be tucking they tails I got hats waiting
Bro just bought 'em a gold plated pistol shit
It look like he won him a Emmy
Only two of us with three or four straps in this bitch
It's a stolo we riding a chevy
Got all of this hatred and anger inside of my heart
But not a single hint of envy
I know the Devil on a first name basis
But still I'm rebuking it's part, we ain't friendly
Fell in love with the streets
Ain't no love for Jaey Ki', but she finding me fascinating
Yeah I go around shawty, and just for the fuck of it
Each an every time she get animating
My fuse to short, a nigga ain't having no patience
If you getting aggravating
I got bodies on standby, waiting on the right time
No I ain't procrastinating
AR 5.56, and .223 a make 'em back off
(Make 'em back off)
Want my face to be the last he see I take the mask off
(Take the mask off)
Walther with a Steel Frame Q4, 9 Milli' with a magwell
(With a magwell)
All that flodging a catch up to you, you get what you ask fo'
"Watch who you trust and depend on nobody"
It's safest to say that my Pop was right
"I don't care what you do but just make it back home"
When I leave out the crib I got Mom on mind
AR-15 and no this ain't no Smith and Wesson, manufactured by Arma-Lite
In the passenger seat I don't leave in the back
If you run up on me I cause harm tonight
They don't know that I know what I know
'Cause I promise that niggas wouldn't feel to bold
I done gave that lil' bitch all the sauce
She could give it to him, but he still gon' fold
That nigga to old
For all the weak ass shit that y'all did, the both of y'all lame
I told you stories bout them bodies we dropped
Keep that shit on yo' mind when you mention my name
I could go slide on the opps tonight
But they never outside so shit be pointless
Clicking up like a seatbelt
But they never be riding they pussy for nothing joined up
Not a negative person at all
But I don't expect shit from no one, they can't disappoint it
I'ma man if I feel that it necessary with my chest
I'ma say it, no I ain't voice-less
Got Glizzys Galore i'ma up one these pistols
No racing, no these ain't no starters
We ain't doing drive bys
Walk down on a nigga out stolos, and then we depart you
Put his ass in the dirt nigga go dig em up with a shovel
Like if you a gardener
'Fore you mention my name or you diss on my gang
Nigga slide for yo' cousins anf partners
AR 5.56, and .223 a make 'em back off (Make 'em back off)
Want my face to be the last he see
I take the mask off (Take the mask off)
Walther with a Steel Frame Q4, 9 Milli'
With a magwell (With a magwell)
All that flodging gon' catch up to ya, you get what you ask fo'
Yeah I be leaving my demons inside of this bitch
Have her be posting outside of my crib fuck
I be sliding a nigga ain't hiding from shit
I'm protected this fire in the whip yeah
If you want me for real
Keep that Iron inside of yo' purse, until I got' let loose
Give a fuck if you rich or you broke
If you standing on loyalty then I respect you
"Watch who you trust and depend on nobody"
It's safest to say that my Pop was right
"I don't care what you do but just make it back home"
When I leave out the crib I got Mom on mind
AR-15 and no this ain't no Smith andWesson
Manufactured by Arma-Lite
In the passenger seat I don't leave in the back
If you run up on me I cause harm tonight'
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Writer(s): Jordan Riggs
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