GLIDING
I got paper already
You can't make me no enemies
I got riches already
You can't flex with no benzes
I done did it all already
I got green it look like reggie
I got weed from white boy eddie
I had friends they all dead-y
I got renzos all ready
I got wrist chains all bezzy
I got wrists I call bezzies
I got icees on da jetty
Run out, I done got machetes
I got glocks I call bezzys
I got Jhits they on ready
I go, uh
Mhmhm
I cant owe you nothin when you don't own me
I got verses up for sale but they done sold me
I got micros, tucks, sticks, yeah man they all precision
I got verticals, they not lil with the Uzi sticks
I'm so fly that I'm gliding
Flash on my wrist always showing my diamonds
Scouting opp blocks even though they always hiding
Why is your manpower always dividing?
Cuz we packed half of them, they died
And we stay blamming on them, they cried
When I heard that Twong got packed I almost died laughing that night
Shoulda seen that cheese got put in the sack what a sight for sore eyes
I'm tired of all these lies
They used to hate me, now they love me
That's the way that big style flies
You can't make me no enemies
I got riches already
You can't flex with no benzes
I done did it all already
I got green it look like reggie
I got weed from white boy eddie
I had friends they all dead-y
I got renzos all ready
I got wrist chains all bezzy
I got wrists I call bezzies
I got icees on da jetty
Run out, I done got machetes
I got glocks I call bezzys
I got Jhits they on ready
I go, uh
Mhmhm
I cant owe you nothin when you don't own me
I got verses up for sale but they done sold me
I got micros, tucks, sticks, yeah man they all precision
I got verticals, they not lil with the Uzi sticks
I'm so fly that I'm gliding
Flash on my wrist always showing my diamonds
Scouting opp blocks even though they always hiding
Why is your manpower always dividing?
Cuz we packed half of them, they died
And we stay blamming on them, they cried
When I heard that Twong got packed I almost died laughing that night
Shoulda seen that cheese got put in the sack what a sight for sore eyes
I'm tired of all these lies
They used to hate me, now they love me
That's the way that big style flies
Credits
Writer(s): Trevor Singh
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