Glizzy lyrics

[Chorus: Lil 2z]
We grew up 'round Glizzy's, FN's, Five-sevens and Rugers (Huh)
Drizzy's, blackouts, Tec's and many Uzi's (Huh, okay)
I could see everything he ate today, they left him with his stomach out (Hahaha)
The only reason them other n*ggas ain't die, 'cause they ain't poppin' out (Real pus*y)
We grew up 'round Glizzy's, FN's, Five-seven's and Rugers (Huh)
Drizzy's, blackouts, Tec's and many Uzi's (Huh, okay)
I could see everything he ate today, they left him with his stomach out (Okay)
The only reason them other n*ggas ain't die, 'cause they ain't poppin' out

[Verse 1: Lil 2z]
These n*ggas ain't poppin' out, they on Instagram makin' trillers (Hahaha)
n*ggas ain't never sent a shot, but on Instagram they are killer (What the f*ck)
n*ggas be hidin' behind a fat b*tch, they should've died when it hit her (Hahaha)
Put two holes in one of you n*ggas, leave a n*gga lookin' like scissors (Bow, bow, bow)
This sh*t like Legos, we knock blocks off and then we skrrt off
Can't find him, f*ck it, where is his grandma, gon' pop her skirt off (Bow, bow)
Grew up 'round Glizzy's, not no hot dogs, they grill your top off (Hahaha)
I catch a Insta' n*gga in real life, I make him log off

[Chorus: Lil 2z]
We grew up 'round Glizzy's, FN's, Five-seven's and Rugers (Huh)
Drizzy's, blackouts, Tec's and many Uzi's (Huh, okay)
I could see everything he ate today, they left him with his stomach out (Hahaha)
The only reason them other n*ggas ain't die, 'cause they ain't poppin' out
[Verse 2: Quin NFN]
We got Draco's, we got Glizzy's with switches to give him hell (Bow, bow, bow, bow)
She won't f*ck you, 'cause yo' patna and patna gon' kiss and tell
This macaroni hit his noodle, know my shooter give him shells
Make a dis, we in your bushes with this sh*t like we Ezal, n*gga (b*tch)
Low-key, I'm big worm, 'cause I pull up 'bout a zipper two (Yah)
Bougie hoe, I bought her Christian Lou's, for her new tennis shoes
You's a b*tch for batin', bring my rod, I'm tryna fish with you (Let's go fishin')
I've been set on lowes for hours, sour smell like pickle juice (Yah)

[Chorus: Lil 2z]
We grew up 'round Glizzy's, FN's, Five-seven's and Rugers (Huh)
Drizzy's, blackouts, Tec's and many Uzi's (Huh)
I could see everything he ate today, they left him with his stomach out
The only reason them other n*ggas ain't die, 'cause they ain't poppin' out