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My Glizzy was released on April 2, 2025 by Signal Records/Columbia as a part of the album Long Live My Brudda He Prolly Kilt Yo Brudda
April 2, 2025
LabelSignal Records/Columbia
LanguageEnglish
BPM78
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Music Video

Music Video

Lyrics

[Intro]
(D.J.A. Beats)
[Instrumental]
You ain't drivin' on no hit if your ass ain't got the wheel
I left seven **** dead, bitch, you know that I can't chill
I'm high as fuck, I'm smokin' Leal', that boy a snitch, his ass gon' squeal
When I lost Z, this shit got real, shoot a **** in his face like Bradley Beal
[Verse 1]
When we bendin' in them strikes, I let bro and 'em take the wheel
This shit real, twenty thousand cash bond, my mouth was sealed
Man, I drive until I crash, don't give a fuck 'bout no appeal
And I touched a hundred thousand cash, fuck havin' a deal
[Verse 2]
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
**** play with K-Racks, then you know he gettin' killed
No, I ain't talkin' cleats when I say we in the field
I can see it in his eyes, he ain't never caught a kill
[Verse 3]
You ain't never bust no brick, ****, why the fuck 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]
Louie V all on my jacket, this a thousand-dollar fabric
**** speakin' from the bleachers, could've sworn that I blew past 'em
You ain't never had a run, how the fuck you **** cracking?
**** runnin' out of money, I don't think you ever had it
[Verse 5]
Slap a fifty in the glizzy, **** know that I'm gon' switch 'em
Bet nobody, nobody get in front of my glitch
Got an old Glock, that bitch caught four, but this new one different
I could show you how to kill 'em, make a **** skip the 'spital, huh
[Verse 6]
Creepin' down your block four deep, Baby Threat and 'em vicious
Five **** right up on your street, we the new addition
Want a **** try to play with me, then he gon' be missing
Let a **** reach for bro VVs, Jeff gone leave him twitching
[Verse 7]
My hands full, bitch, I count on my feet, I got a hat collection
Put a **** 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]
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 **** washed up, they money gone, they ain't cracking
I spent 7K on Louis, I really got expensive habits
[Verse 9]
20K on my teeth, I ran this shit up off trapping
And I ain't tryna compete 'cause **** know that I'm cracking
We hoppin' out in broad day or catchin' **** in traffic
Ballin' on all of the opps, them **** broke, they ain't having
Written by: Daekwuan Walton, Jeffrey Williams, Ladamon T Douglas, Mikquale Cooper, Radric Delantic Davis, Willie Staten, Yousef Judeh
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