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by

Shy Glizzy


[Intro : Go hoppin that porshe] (Young Jefe Holmes)
[Hook: ShyGlizzy]
Hey little boy, Jefe said ,"Go do your chores!"
These n*ggas some whores
Wipe them out, show no remorse
I might go hop in that Porsche
Go buy my new b*tch a horse
Soon as I hopped off the porche
I started flaming that torch
He shoots! He scores!
A soon as I walk in the door
Swoosh
I score
I send my goons to your block
(Bup bup bup bup) and they score
They gonna pass Jefe the rock
Cause they know for sure Im gonna score
He shoot! He Scores!

[Verse 1: Shy Glizzy]
The f*ck is you doing?
Jefe be rocking that foreign
These n*ggas be super boring
They just be rapping, no touring
Straight at they ass like a storm
It could be four in the morning
We give no f*cks what you doing
See, GG b*tch we just a army
We bust in your sh*t with the tommy's
Your moms could be making an omelet
Shoot her ass straight out her bonnet
These n*ggas be talking like b*tches
Im just being honest
I can not kick it with snitches
f*ck no, Im not being modest
Shorty be kicking this flavor
Shorty be getting his paper
These n*ggas can't get them no paper
So they wanna turn into haters
I put the food in your neighbor
I even tipped all the waiters
You mad you can sit at the table
Bye lil' boy I'll see you later
[Hook: Shy Glizzy]

[Verse 2: Shy Glizzy]
The one and the only big glizzy
n*gga the f*ck is you silly?
Im two stops away from a mili
They asking me, "Where is the glizzies?"
I don't mix red peppers with chili
You got your sh*t took by the Glizzies?
Boy this sh*t don't look like no Glizzy
Forever Tre-7 to heaven
My dogs they tote big Mac 11's
I don't plan on doing no telling
Bet whatever my brother ain't telling
All of my n*ggas, they reckless
You see all of my n*ggas got necklaces
f*ck n*ggas think they gonna test us
Let your stupid ass wait for the stretcher
I can't wait to see some of you rappers
Make me take off my belt while you act up
My n*ggas come through, beat your back up
Your n*ggas be calling for back up
Watch out, watch out for that 'Lac truck
GG QB, get your sack up
I only make music for trappers
Now go sing your last song with the pastor
[Hook: Shy Glizzy]
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