Glizzy Glo - Hadouken Lyrics

We put an A on anything and it sounds like an envelope
I quit my 9 to 5 so I could start droppin' from 10 to 4
Told my mama I won't be a trapper, now I'm gettin' dough
Told them niggas I won't be a rapper, now I'm hittin' notes

If I ain't know what to do, I'll get a load and sell some
Say you couple states down, man, address dat shit mail somethin
I hate when I'm at work with a load and niggas smell somethin
I'm just tryin' to get this shit sold foenemm, don't tell on me

Baby, I was broke and them hoes, they tried to stunt on me
Baby, I'm glizz, I do the stuntin' like a stunt dummy
He say he need a O for the low, tell the man get one for me
Made my unh-unh, so I sell it how I want it, shit

When I was shoppin' for the dope, man, I ain't owe da store shit
You ain't gotta give me no extras, I want some more shit
All cash, payin' upfront like back end some broke shit
Man, he got them same-ass bullets, that man don't tote shit

Let him cap for the app, cause that's all they f*ckin' know, man
But when we see that nigga in person, the pussy growin
Sneak dissin', actin' tough, but face-to-face, don't throw hands
All them f*ckin' pipes I made y'all buy, y'all need to slow down

Niggas wanna shake hands, I told them I don't make friends
Smack a nigga right outta bounds, f*ck niggas, stay dea
I told Coach, f*ck all them fouls, man, we don't play foul
When the crew come through, we causin havoc, all the mayhem

When I come down with the rock, shoot the shot, that's all they say, man
I come through with Hadoukens for niggas thinkin' stupid, though
You can eat this dick, but I can't call you back, lil' stupid hoe
Ayy, Li Rece, peep the scene, now, before I do it, though

Drop a hemi, its shittin' on niggas, you gotta use it, unh
I don't know if I should call this Hadouken, or stupid flow
Niggas come through hangin', out windows, Letting Hadoukens blow
I don't know if we up by like eight or ten, man, you do the score

How the f*ck is we keepin' score if you niggas ain't keepin' up
Niggas love droppin' low on live, yeah, we creepin' up
You would think we in Miami, but we got three heats tucked
You would think gorillas march the way we hands n feet some

You might call my chopper Dre the way this chopper beat some
Ain't no stoppin' till we whack his neck foenemm, just keep thumpin
Unh, unh, unh, unh, yeah, man, yeah
I bet I made it in
Unh, unh, unh, unh, unh, unh, unh

Unh, made it in, on foe