Above the Rim lyrics

[Intro:] Shy Glizzy
Flex upon these n*ggas time to hit the gym
Hey, woo, woo! High five!

[Chorus:] Shy Glizzy
Glizzy flex upon these n*ggas time to hit the gym
We been balling on these n*ggas way above the rim
Imagine a gorilla pour my bits I’m feeling limb
Put your lighters up and turn that b*tch to Lil Kim
He look like too much money everybody know that’s him
Dem Ace of Spades coming whole club knows that’s him
Glizzy flex upon these n*ggas time to hit the gym
We been balling on these n*ggas way above the rim

[Verse 1:] Shy Glizzy
Real n*gga from the start hell yeah what’s up, ahk?
45 on c*ck Michael Jordan no White Sox
I’m mobbing with my squad b*tch we come alive at dark
We pulling up to quad yeah I got the juice like Pac
It’s Glizzy Glizzy baby you know 37 raised me
Claim that sh*t forever even when I’m in the grave, see
I ball like McGrady
I don’t smoke no grade B
Like the work that choppa I shoulda went to the Navy?
I am flyer than your stylist
Like it then I buy it
GG in your hood yeah it's gonna be a riot
Some n*ggas can’t go out the hood, I'm taken trips islands
My young n*ggas get violent, make your b*tch f*ck my side b*tch
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[Verse 2:] 30 Glizzy
We poppin Ace of Space like we won a championship game
GG scored again, just cut net off the rim
Buzza beater 30 yo b*tch going home with him
I sip a lot of Ac, it got me thinking I’m a pimp
I done got some lil faith, I turn my b*tch to Lil Kim
I been getting so much cake and now Im pullin up European
VVS' I know ya see em , I know you see him
30 30 they wanna be him, you wanna be him
They talk that sh*t like I don’t see em, wouldn’t wanna be em
I nutted on her face and you gon’ be make that b*tch your BM
I talk to Ant Cannon damn near everyday in my DM
The Feds need to gon’ free him

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[Verse 3:] 3 Glizzy
The Devil after me because I won't sell my soul
Keep it on the low I got the thangs for the low
As soon as I walk in the room all them hoes chose
It’s hard to keep your eyes off all this damn gold
She do her f*cking thing on that motherf*ckin pole
A big fan of my music say she love every song
Your b*tch heard Mula and now she calling my phone
Red bottom walking she whipping bricks in a thong
GG f*ck a label we gon do this on our own
n*ggas doing shows for world war say em patron
OG came from Cali you n*ggas ain’t smoking strong
Got that F & N right on me bet yo ass don’t make it home
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