Hell's Kitchen

Glizzy

See I'm tryna pop some

I send that boy

Up in the air

Since he think he God

Or wanna be God son

These lil **** tryna play me for a bitch

But I promise you that I am not one

I swear I got so many options

The drum on the bottom

The drako

The stick and the glock

Either way ima drop some

Man look how he holding that stick

When he shoot it

I can tell

He never shot none

So why he be lying

Talking bout he caught a body

Tell that lil **** stop fronting

What's that in your wallet

What's that in your pocket

Can't you tell it look like a knot huh

Money

See I'm tryna spin again

Like a house party have that lil ****

Block jumpin

Aye why all these **** be all on my dick

Maybe cause they know I'm the shit

Why

They know I'm the truth with this rapping

I don't do no capping

They know I'm legit

THE GOAT

Don't mention my name

In none of your songs

He tryna get clout off a diss

Don't do it

That shit ain't gone do you no good

But have your whole hood

Crying like a bitch

Be honest who fucking with me?

Nobody

Be honest who hotter than me?

Nobody

Be honest who really run the city

Go by Glizzy

And he keep him a Glizzy

GLIZZY

Be honest who really had a bankroll

Filled with them hunnids and fifties

Me

Be honest who was in & out of cars

Had them bitches thinking they was rented

Me

And if you want smoke

We can blow that

He all on the gram

Posting pictures with his money

But I know it's a throwback

I really don't give a fuck about a teflon

I'm tryna shoot where yo throat at

But I bet you already know that

My young **** snapping

He taking your picture

But this ain't no muhfucking Kodak

See I really run with a couple of killers

They up it I know they gone blow that

And I got the switch on the back of the Glock

You cannot get this outta the sto' jack

He talking bout killing me over a bitch

Tell your partner to come get his hoe back

Before she get popped like a perky

And I do her dirty

You know how it go Jack

But look

Why all these **** be talking like

They really putting some fear in me

Guess he not hearing me

Don't give a fuck what you did in the past

That shit is not scaring me

He know wassup with me

Before he fuck with me

Look how I move

It be hard to keep up with me

I treat that stick like some glue

It be stuck with me

I keep that fye on my waist

Where the buckle be

Wait holdup

Why all these **** wanna walk like me

Tryna talk like me

Tryna steal my drip

How many shots do I got

Like six seven eight nine ten

Up in this clip

Ion give a fuck which car ima drive today

I know ima push the whip

He probably mad

And he probably hating

Cause he know that Glizzy be fucking his bitch

Killa's gone move when I say so

And I don't gotta put 'em on payroll

I tellem just do it like Nike

Before he get booked

Call my lawyer the case closed

These **** be talking like they having racks

But I caught you outside at the Plato's

He think he a angel

Put him in the sky

Put that beam on his head like a halo