Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Shy Glizzy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Geraldo Mejia
Songwriter
Marquis King
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Geraldo Liive
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
(Geraldo Live on the track)
[Verse 2]
Ugh, Young Jefe homes
GG
Ugh
[Verse 3]
Ok, shout out to them robbers and the motherfuckin' shooters
I come from the bottom like the motherfuckin' sewer
Baby I'm a rapper-slash-entrepreneur
I break a bitch down then act like I never knew her
At least you don't feel this pain, shorty you gon' be ok
I put that on everything, I just lost 100K
Gotta make another 100, flip that shit 100 ways
Bitch, that AR got 100, you don't wanna see it spray
You tryna get tossed, girl, that's your caution
Like my drawers, they Hugo Boss
Fuck a hater, bitch we ball
Middle finger to all of y'all
****, you wanna start beef, or nah?
That ain't my dog but I keep the dog
When I unleash the dog, I come through like Steve Segal
Come through like Steve Segal
'State Prop' like Beanie Sigel
Crack baby scared of needles
Bitch from Philly, fly like an Eagle
Your bitch ain't scared to leave you
No, she never said she needs you
She told me "Go 'head shoot your shot, **** I ain't scared to D you"
[Verse 4]
Ruff, I'm a wolf, bitch I'm runnin' with the pack
Run off with the pack, your hands get chopped off with an axe
Ridin' in that Maybach and you know I'm laid back
You ain't seen no shit like this since way way back
1942, you know what we be on
But when I'm over Diddy's house, then we drink DeLeón
Sounds like a tiger roarin' when I turn my engine on
Yeah, your bitch just text me, she ain't got no panties on
[Verse 5]
Ain't from the struggle, I ain't really understanding y'all
Used to hit the corner store and run out with a candy bar
Now a **** richer than the owner and the manager
They like "Glizzy, why you don't fuck with the cameras?"
[Verse 6]
They see I'm blowin' up, yeah, like a volcano
Shout out my mama, she told me not to fuck with lame hoes
They want drama, yeah
Well, go get the Draco
I shoot just like Klay, woah
But that shit ain't no joke
Shirt on my shoulders
Bitch, you know it's Off-White
I don't drink soda
Not unless it's dirty Sprite
I done got older
Now these bitches think I'm wise
Can't be joking with these guys
'Cause I think these **** wired
[Verse 7]
This for all you pussies, told you I was coming back
I dropped that 'Fully Loaded' but still got a lot of shots
Come to DC and you gon' get your ass taxed
You play with G-G and you gon' get your ass wacked
Long live 30 30, scream that shit out till I'm buried
Them millions had to hurry
For a minute I was gettin' worried
I ain't goin' back to wakin' up in the trap early
I ain't goin' back to wakin' up in the trap dirty
Free my little brodie over there in jail fighting a murder
Free my OG, got indicted for them birdies
****, I be runnin' through the money, Todd Gurley
I wake up every morning, fuck my bitch and do my burpees (Yeah)
****, I be runnin' through the money, Todd Gurley
I wake up every morning, fuck my bitch and do my burpees
[Verse 8]
They see I'm blowin' up, yeah, like a volcano
Shout out my mama, she told me not to fuck with lame hoes
They want drama, yeah
Well, go get the Draco
I shoot just like Klay, woah
But that shit ain't no joke
Shirt on my shoulders
Bitch, you know it's Off-White
I don't drink soda
Not unless it's dirty Sprite
I done got older
Now these bitches think I'm wise
Can't be joking with these guys
'Cause I think these **** wired
Written by: Marquis King

