My Glizzy lyrics

[Intro]
(D.J.A. Beats)

[Verse 1: BloodHound Q50]
You ain't drivin' on no hit if your ass ain't got the wheel
I left seven n*ggas dead, b*tch, you know that I can't chill
I'm high as f*ck, I'm smokin' Leal', that boy a snitch, his ass gon' squeal
When I lost Z, this sh*t got real, shoot a n*gga in his face like Bradley Beal

[Verse 2: Ghost 53206]
When we bendin' in them strikes, I let bro and 'em take the wheel
This sh*t real, twenty thousand cash bond, my mouth was sealed
Man, I drive until I crash, don't give a f*ck 'bout no appeal
And I touched a hundred thousand cash, f*ck havin' a deal

[Verse 3: Bloodhound Lil Jeff]
I'm in the stu' and I'm with Will
They telling me, "Rap," but I'm still gon' drill
Know I'm still hopping out even if I got the wheel
n*gga play with K-Racks, then you know he gеttin' killed
No, I ain't talkin' cleats when I say wе in the field
I can see it in his eyes, he ain't never caught a kill

[Verse 3: K-Racks]
You ain't never bust no brick, n*gga, why the f*ck you capping?
Amiri jeans tight as hell, got my pockets filled with cabbage
If I call 50, he'll walk you down, that boy do magic
I just bought two books of food, I tucked a sixty in the mattress
Tuck the lean or grab the jacks, I cracked a dub and then I passed 'em
[Verse 4: Ghost 53206]
Louie V all on my jacket, this a thousand-dollar fabric
n*ggas speakin' from the bleachers, could've sworn that I blew past 'em
You ain't never had a run, how the f*ck you n*ggas cracking?
n*ggas runnin' out of money, I don't think you ever had it

[Verse 5: BloodHound Q50]
Slap a fifty in the glizzy, n*ggas know that I'm gon' switch 'em
Bet nobody, nobody get in front of my glitch
Got an old Glock, that b*tch caught four, but this new one different
I could show you how to kill 'em, make a n*gga skip the 'spital, huh

[Verse 6: Ghost 53206]
Creepin' down your block four deep, Baby Threat and 'em vicious
Five n*ggas right up on your street, we the new addition
Want a n*gga try to play with me, then he gon' be missing
Let a n*gga reach for bro VVs, Jeff gone leave him twitching

[Verse 7: Bloodhound Lil Jeff]
My hands full, b*tch, I count on my feet, I got a hat collection
Put a n*gga face right on a tee right after he go missing
Micro Drac', I'm in the backseat, mask down, on a mission
There he go right there, bail out on feet, crop him out the picture

[Verse 8: K-Racks]
Free Fay, we was catchin' opps and dumpin' 'em down in traffic
You ain't never caught no books of fresh, unwrapped 'em out the plastic
All these n*ggas washed up, they money gone, they ain't cracking
I spent 7K on Louis, I really got expensive habits
[Verse 9: Ghost 53206]
20K on my teeth, I ran this sh*t up off trapping
And I ain't tryna compete 'cause n*ggas know that I'm cracking
We hoppin' out in broad day or catchin' n*ggas in traffic
Ballin' on all of the opps, them n*ggas broke, they ain't having