Still Glizz
What's my name? Glizz
Aha, say it again
Say it again London, Glizz
Riding round with the carbon tuck
I ain't been round my father much
I finished and started though, fuck it this shit my hardest flow
Bending through them corners, get locked up then you informant
Sweeping through they block Nigga and it look like we been touring
Free my heart, that bitch keep pouring
But niggas steady whoring
I'm seventeen, I lost some Niggas, but I keep on going
I ain't never cried, I just spilt that pain and watch ya mob die
Them Niggas so low up in the score, this shit like Fall Guys
You went to the gram and post a pic when ya dawg died
We think about killing every time we in the car ride
I know they won't switch for a bitch, cause we all tied
Twist ya fingers up, it start to feel like we was mob ties
Is you dumb nigga?
You want a gun nigga?
You don't know what to do wit' that, you just want fun nigga
Glah, glah, glah, glah, glah, that's for ya dumb nigga
I don't want ya bitch my nigga, we just having fun wit' her
Brand new ARP
We slidin' through that block and nigga we gon' fucking creep
And we ain't boxing nigga, fuck you thought this shit was creed?
Fa, I'm tryn watch 'em bleed
I'm tryn watch 'em bleed
That big ass bitch ain't stopping me
Pardon me, pardon me, bitch I speak gwuapanese
That choppa rip 'em all way down to his fucking knees
I can't be round no fucking clowns, they be under me
I told 'em get the fuck from round and up under me
Masking up, we jigging more Niggas, our hobby
I think my favorite gun the four nickle like Yd
I tell 'em go cause I know war coming behind me
I wipe his nose, I keep hearing bout he slimy
Line 'em up, we knock 'em all down like bowling balls
Ya man's he starving, you ain't helping Nigga pass the ball
I'm working hard, I just lost me a job
This rapping don't work out, I'm taking Niggas off and rob
Uh, uh, vroom vroom, that's the car
I'm deep inside her jaw
You know I hit it raw
Better think twice he think bout bussin' me, I know this Nigga geeked
That lor Nigga crazy, he a baby, I'mma rock his ass to sleep
Gang gang wiling cause of me
Ten K wiling in the streets
Check my wallet, shit was neat
That lor boy capping, he a queese
Walk inside the school with ski mask on, I know you niggas bluffin
You send a shot, I send it back, you know it come with repercussion
Sending shots off
I keep on spinning, I don't care if I'm all night long
I know he snake me, I got love, he a python
I did this shit for all my fam, this the right song
She fucking me and him, I guess you know you know
I just fucked his bitch and then I jacked 'em for a Rollie though
Dropping more songs, I'm adding to pro folio
I smoked ya man's gone, that bitch keep biting, it's the Holy Ghost
Yeah you know it's Glizz I pop out flyer than a bitch
Dumb as shit he thinking he can send a blitz
Goofy, try send a blitz you know that I don't think with my dick
Aha, say it again
Say it again London, Glizz
Riding round with the carbon tuck
I ain't been round my father much
I finished and started though, fuck it this shit my hardest flow
Bending through them corners, get locked up then you informant
Sweeping through they block Nigga and it look like we been touring
Free my heart, that bitch keep pouring
But niggas steady whoring
I'm seventeen, I lost some Niggas, but I keep on going
I ain't never cried, I just spilt that pain and watch ya mob die
Them Niggas so low up in the score, this shit like Fall Guys
You went to the gram and post a pic when ya dawg died
We think about killing every time we in the car ride
I know they won't switch for a bitch, cause we all tied
Twist ya fingers up, it start to feel like we was mob ties
Is you dumb nigga?
You want a gun nigga?
You don't know what to do wit' that, you just want fun nigga
Glah, glah, glah, glah, glah, that's for ya dumb nigga
I don't want ya bitch my nigga, we just having fun wit' her
Brand new ARP
We slidin' through that block and nigga we gon' fucking creep
And we ain't boxing nigga, fuck you thought this shit was creed?
Fa, I'm tryn watch 'em bleed
I'm tryn watch 'em bleed
That big ass bitch ain't stopping me
Pardon me, pardon me, bitch I speak gwuapanese
That choppa rip 'em all way down to his fucking knees
I can't be round no fucking clowns, they be under me
I told 'em get the fuck from round and up under me
Masking up, we jigging more Niggas, our hobby
I think my favorite gun the four nickle like Yd
I tell 'em go cause I know war coming behind me
I wipe his nose, I keep hearing bout he slimy
Line 'em up, we knock 'em all down like bowling balls
Ya man's he starving, you ain't helping Nigga pass the ball
I'm working hard, I just lost me a job
This rapping don't work out, I'm taking Niggas off and rob
Uh, uh, vroom vroom, that's the car
I'm deep inside her jaw
You know I hit it raw
Better think twice he think bout bussin' me, I know this Nigga geeked
That lor Nigga crazy, he a baby, I'mma rock his ass to sleep
Gang gang wiling cause of me
Ten K wiling in the streets
Check my wallet, shit was neat
That lor boy capping, he a queese
Walk inside the school with ski mask on, I know you niggas bluffin
You send a shot, I send it back, you know it come with repercussion
Sending shots off
I keep on spinning, I don't care if I'm all night long
I know he snake me, I got love, he a python
I did this shit for all my fam, this the right song
She fucking me and him, I guess you know you know
I just fucked his bitch and then I jacked 'em for a Rollie though
Dropping more songs, I'm adding to pro folio
I smoked ya man's gone, that bitch keep biting, it's the Holy Ghost
Yeah you know it's Glizz I pop out flyer than a bitch
Dumb as shit he thinking he can send a blitz
Goofy, try send a blitz you know that I don't think with my dick
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Writer(s): Lor Glizz
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