150k
I'm 50K they see me out they know they can't say nothing to me
Oh that's glizzy we gone move around he keep a pistol on em
I peep you out mugging at me check you put my fully on you
You really on that make a move but you ain't trying to be no dummy
I'm out traffic Serving niggas dolo trying to catch one
I'm bussing plays and dodging Feds trying to hit the next one
These niggas hoes i ain't gotta say nothing
They trying to get up out of sight and we ain't peep em they bugging
Shit we was lacking hook blitz me and 50 Hk with the glizzy
We on live we all through the city opps come get up with me
Wrong viewer we ain't even peep it they just had some street sense
Whole time still think it was the opps and they was on police sht
Goddamn slow it down you getting hot
This the standard base model it ain't no cooling on this glock
They call me glizzy I keep glocky wit the mop and I'll whip it out
Fuck around and shoot you in yo shit fuck what you talking about
Ayeee what you bang lil nigga
Oh you with the other side then run yo things little nigga
You ain't tryna give it up stole on you put my pistol on you
I'm gone take it off you if you reach gone put hole inside you
Glizzy you ain't even like that oh that's what you heard
Every time i seen the opps 50k is what they heard
Quick to put my fully on you all that talk get on my nerves
I ain't tryna squash no beef go save that shit just for the birds
Oh you a demon you be on the gram tweaking
Oh you a savage you ain't out in traffic Squeezing
They got the ups on you and you slid wrong fuck was you thinking
Yo mans ain't blow his pipe they almost left y'all niggas leaking
Nah For real tho
Opps tried to throw a hoop game and they crashed out
Now them niggas fighting for they life man they assed out
The other nigga want to kill his self and he bragged about it
I guess the beef really got to him he getting sad about it
Bitch it's glizzy fuck you thought I get on fully with these niggas
Not the net but in the streets catch him out and leave him
Shhh
I catch him out and leave him six feet under
They like where he go I'm like damn I wonder
But whole time that nigga gone that was his last summer
A lot of niggas they don't like me I'm like damn that's a bummer
I'm out in traffic daily glocky come and catch you a couple
Oh that's glizzy we gone move around he keep a pistol on em
I peep you out mugging at me check you put my fully on you
You really on that make a move but you ain't trying to be no dummy
I'm out traffic Serving niggas dolo trying to catch one
I'm bussing plays and dodging Feds trying to hit the next one
These niggas hoes i ain't gotta say nothing
They trying to get up out of sight and we ain't peep em they bugging
Shit we was lacking hook blitz me and 50 Hk with the glizzy
We on live we all through the city opps come get up with me
Wrong viewer we ain't even peep it they just had some street sense
Whole time still think it was the opps and they was on police sht
Goddamn slow it down you getting hot
This the standard base model it ain't no cooling on this glock
They call me glizzy I keep glocky wit the mop and I'll whip it out
Fuck around and shoot you in yo shit fuck what you talking about
Ayeee what you bang lil nigga
Oh you with the other side then run yo things little nigga
You ain't tryna give it up stole on you put my pistol on you
I'm gone take it off you if you reach gone put hole inside you
Glizzy you ain't even like that oh that's what you heard
Every time i seen the opps 50k is what they heard
Quick to put my fully on you all that talk get on my nerves
I ain't tryna squash no beef go save that shit just for the birds
Oh you a demon you be on the gram tweaking
Oh you a savage you ain't out in traffic Squeezing
They got the ups on you and you slid wrong fuck was you thinking
Yo mans ain't blow his pipe they almost left y'all niggas leaking
Nah For real tho
Opps tried to throw a hoop game and they crashed out
Now them niggas fighting for they life man they assed out
The other nigga want to kill his self and he bragged about it
I guess the beef really got to him he getting sad about it
Bitch it's glizzy fuck you thought I get on fully with these niggas
Not the net but in the streets catch him out and leave him
Shhh
I catch him out and leave him six feet under
They like where he go I'm like damn I wonder
But whole time that nigga gone that was his last summer
A lot of niggas they don't like me I'm like damn that's a bummer
I'm out in traffic daily glocky come and catch you a couple
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