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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Shy Glizzy
Shy Glizzy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marquis King
Marquis King
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I heard a say the other day He said Shy Glizzy fell off (haha) I couldn't do nothin' but laugh at that You must not know It's Yung Jef, the muh' best Like my NY say Is you dumb? They like come on Glizzy where you been, we need that real back (real back) I been cooking up, I'm almost finished, they like I figured that (uh) Stay out these way, 'cause they be hating, do you riddle that (yeah, yeah) As-salamu alaykum, nah, uh, baby we don't piggyback (uh, hu) Be acting funny (yeah) but they could play if they want to (yeah, yeah) 'Cause I got plenty money (money) and I got plenty guns too (bom, bom) Hk with the silencer, put that down your tonsils Let a wild out like nick cannon, see what these drums do (brom-bom, bom-bom) Come through in that drop top, my young got them beams My Jamaican thot got wap, wap, told her call up Skillibeng (wa, wa) And I heard that was your, so I made her get down on her knees (get down, get down) Said I'm a handsome little black boy but my eyes look Japanese I never seen a dollar, when a n got back on his feet These n ain't trustworthy, they can't ride in my back seat (oh, no) I just came off a vaca, yeah, St Regis on a beach (yeah) And before I pack my tooth brush, I gotta pack my heat (yeah, yeah) I'm the king of DC baby, bow down kiss my feet I be in Miami ballin more than the fucking heat (switch) Ever since they took Loc and 30, I don't get no sleep (uh, uh) They call me Jefe Curry, I don't miss a beat (hey) They like come on Glizzy where you been, we need that real back (real back) I been cooking up, I'm almost finished, they like I figured that (uh) Stay out these way, 'cause they be hating, do you riddle that (yeah, yeah) As-salamu alaykum nah uh baby we don't piggyback (uh, uh) Be acting funny (yeah) but they could play if they want to (yeah, yeah) 'Cause I got plenty money (money) and I got plenty guns too (bom, bom) Hk with the silencer, put that bitch down your tonsils Let a wild out like nick cannon, see what these drums do (ah, brom-bom, bom) Push it to the limit (push it) I'm known to handle my business (uh-hu) If a ever cross that line, my aunty nem they Christians (oh, lord) Yeah, I'm out here getting stupid rich, I'm stacking it to the ceiling (stupid rich) My just had another baby on his he feel like Tristian (god-demn, god-demn) And Its two things that's for certain about these streets it ain't no wishing (na, uh) Yo family goin be putting flowers on top of yo head, keep on with that dissing (oh, yeah) Yo dead and you tryna retaliate but you keep on missing (uh, uh) Yeah, them dead it was better late than never thought We wasn't going get 'em (god-demn, god-demn) DEA snatched my plug up, trying to do an extradition (woo) Boy that ain't stopping nothing, we just loaded up the expedition (yeah, yeah) And I could pay for shooters, 'cause I don't trick on (pree, pree) I go and hire the clean up crew 'cause they don't leave no witness (yeah, yeah) They like come on Glizzy where you been, we need that real back (real back) I been cooking up, I'm almost finished, they like I figured that (yeah) Stay out these way, 'cause they be hating, do you riddle that (yeah, yeah) As-salamu alaykum, nah, uh, baby we don't piggyback (uh, uh) Be acting funny (yeah) but they could play if they want to (uh, hu) Just 'couse I got plenty money (money) and I got plenty guns too (bom, bom) Hk with the silencer, put that down your tonsils Let a wild out like nick cannon, see what these drums do (brom-bom, bom-bom)
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