Hey, they don't got no glizzy
Nigga don't know how the f*ck we cover, man
Bullet gang, bullet gang, shot squad
Niggas hit, bitches hit, everybody hit
Bow, bow, bow, bow
Thank you
What's up, Bibi
Feel it G, bi-ji-ji
All you do is like the tweet
Tell her holla, doopie, cha-sa, leave your hood all in the streets
Ain't shit sweet about me, I'm the real GLG
You hoes ain't jumpin' out on feets
The glitz could've really effed bro me
Now why the f*ck she gettin' beat
You hoes ain't need for GBG
We the real kickback gang
Full of hoes, we do our thing
Free my cousin out that tent
He still locked up, call him Wayne
Ain't gon' speak on what's in that
Cuz don't got all in that thing
You hoes real life, be lame
Jiffy beefin' for a name
Tell your chaps that Fully Mob, I called him
Else they love the fame
You hoes silly
Full of girls, we run the town
Matter of fact, bitch, the bid is stupid
Dang, dang, dang
I'm an ace, bro, a snake
I like to bully
He like to creep
I like to swing
He like to shake
And we get active when it's beef
They hot out of Fully Mob on the lake
Them strikers walkin', use they feet
How the f*ck is you a killer
You ain't even keep your teeth
They got shot inside his eye
You know we forever hit him up
We on them fence when we in traffic
We switchin' lanes, we see them truck
They know I'm Fully Gang for real
But I'm a bully when I'm locked
They know we Glizzy Gang for real
We put that f*ck on all the opps
And they still gon' hesitate
Like they did with Baby E. I ride, but I'm a cop
Outside the store, I stay on beat
Name a thing them niggas did
I can't even talk about JLG
Ripper gone
Piece of dead
They ain't get back the leaky leak
Nigga call me up and fire when you go fryin' with the zoo
Blowin' up
Time to slide
Hangin' out
I'm through the deuce
Ain't no rapid gloss
I'm choppy
Word up
G and Glizzy Q. How the f*ck
SK off his brother
Died
What did he do
Double G was there on gold
Bitch, I'ma get down to the business
He made a song about war
And I done made one about no limit
Make a song, don't get exposed
About the shit that you ain't mention
Oblique and swing my pole
Bitch, we ain't mention
I ain't gon' lie
They pockets dead
Back me and they dead
Broke three victims
They ain't make it
Got me wonderin' where they head go
Gettin' on the ground
Say all dead
Look how they dead
Puss been chillin'
Out the way
Gettin' to that pad
They know I still smooth
Nigga been bendin' blocks
Sendin' shots
Know I can swing the stick
I know the south of out
She see me fly
She see me fly
She see me fly
She see me fly
She see me fly
She see me fly
She see me fly
She see me fly
She see me fly
She see me fly
She see me fly
I know the south of out
She see me flash
I just swing the switch
If we ain't do it, ain't no fakin'
We ain't claimin' shit
They lick you off the box
They new bro
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Hey, they don't got no glizzy
Nigga don't know how the f*ck we cover, man
Bullet gang, bullet gang, shot squad
Niggas hit, bitches hit, everybody hit
Bow, bow, bow, bow
Thank you
What's up, Bibi
Feel it G, bi-ji-ji
All you do is like the tweet
Tell her holla, doopie, cha-sa, leave your hood all in the streets
Ain't shit sweet about me, I'm the real GLG
You hoes ain't jumpin' out on feets
The glitz could've really effed bro me
Now why the f*ck she gettin' beat
You hoes ain't need for GBG
We the real kickback gang
Full of hoes, we do our thing
Free my cousin out that tent
He still locked up, call him Wayne
Ain't gon' speak on what's in that
Cuz don't got all in that thing
You hoes real life, be lame
Jiffy beefin' for a name
Tell your chaps that Fully Mob, I called him
Else they love the fame
You hoes silly
Full of girls, we run the town
Matter of fact, bitch, the bid is stupid
Dang, dang, dang
I'm an ace, bro, a snake
I like to bully
He like to creep
I like to swing
He like to shake
And we get active when it's beef
They hot out of Fully Mob on the lake
Them strikers walkin', use they feet
How the f*ck is you a killer
You ain't even keep your teeth
They got shot inside his eye
You know we forever hit him up
We on them fence when we in traffic
We switchin' lanes, we see them truck
They know I'm Fully Gang for real
But I'm a bully when I'm locked
They know we Glizzy Gang for real
We put that f*ck on all the opps
And they still gon' hesitate
Like they did with Baby E. I ride, but I'm a cop
Outside the store, I stay on beat
Name a thing them niggas did
I can't even talk about JLG
Ripper gone
Piece of dead
They ain't get back the leaky leak
Nigga call me up and fire when you go fryin' with the zoo
Blowin' up
Time to slide
Hangin' out
I'm through the deuce
Ain't no rapid gloss
I'm choppy
Word up
G and Glizzy Q. How the f*ck
SK off his brother
Died
What did he do
Double G was there on gold
Bitch, I'ma get down to the business
He made a song about war
And I done made one about no limit
Make a song, don't get exposed
About the shit that you ain't mention
Oblique and swing my pole
Bitch, we ain't mention
I ain't gon' lie
They pockets dead
Back me and they dead
Broke three victims
They ain't make it
Got me wonderin' where they head go
Gettin' on the ground
Say all dead
Look how they dead
Puss been chillin'
Out the way
Gettin' to that pad
They know I still smooth
Nigga been bendin' blocks
Sendin' shots
Know I can swing the stick
I know the south of out
She see me fly
She see me fly
She see me fly
She see me fly
She see me fly
She see me fly
She see me fly
She see me fly
She see me fly
She see me fly
She see me fly
I know the south of out
She see me flash
I just swing the switch
If we ain't do it, ain't no fakin'
We ain't claimin' shit
They lick you off the box
They new bro
Nigga don't know how the f*ck we cover, man
Bullet gang, bullet gang, shot squad
Niggas hit, bitches hit, everybody hit
Bow, bow, bow, bow
Thank you
What's up, Bibi
Feel it G, bi-ji-ji
All you do is like the tweet
Tell her holla, doopie, cha-sa, leave your hood all in the streets
Ain't shit sweet about me, I'm the real GLG
You hoes ain't jumpin' out on feets
The glitz could've really effed bro me
Now why the f*ck she gettin' beat
You hoes ain't need for GBG
We the real kickback gang
Full of hoes, we do our thing
Free my cousin out that tent
He still locked up, call him Wayne
Ain't gon' speak on what's in that
Cuz don't got all in that thing
You hoes real life, be lame
Jiffy beefin' for a name
Tell your chaps that Fully Mob, I called him
Else they love the fame
You hoes silly
Full of girls, we run the town
Matter of fact, bitch, the bid is stupid
Dang, dang, dang
I'm an ace, bro, a snake
I like to bully
He like to creep
I like to swing
He like to shake
And we get active when it's beef
They hot out of Fully Mob on the lake
Them strikers walkin', use they feet
How the f*ck is you a killer
You ain't even keep your teeth
They got shot inside his eye
You know we forever hit him up
We on them fence when we in traffic
We switchin' lanes, we see them truck
They know I'm Fully Gang for real
But I'm a bully when I'm locked
They know we Glizzy Gang for real
We put that f*ck on all the opps
And they still gon' hesitate
Like they did with Baby E. I ride, but I'm a cop
Outside the store, I stay on beat
Name a thing them niggas did
I can't even talk about JLG
Ripper gone
Piece of dead
They ain't get back the leaky leak
Nigga call me up and fire when you go fryin' with the zoo
Blowin' up
Time to slide
Hangin' out
I'm through the deuce
Ain't no rapid gloss
I'm choppy
Word up
G and Glizzy Q. How the f*ck
SK off his brother
Died
What did he do
Double G was there on gold
Bitch, I'ma get down to the business
He made a song about war
And I done made one about no limit
Make a song, don't get exposed
About the shit that you ain't mention
Oblique and swing my pole
Bitch, we ain't mention
I ain't gon' lie
They pockets dead
Back me and they dead
Broke three victims
They ain't make it
Got me wonderin' where they head go
Gettin' on the ground
Say all dead
Look how they dead
Puss been chillin'
Out the way
Gettin' to that pad
They know I still smooth
Nigga been bendin' blocks
Sendin' shots
Know I can swing the stick
I know the south of out
She see me fly
She see me fly
She see me fly
She see me fly
She see me fly
She see me fly
She see me fly
She see me fly
She see me fly
She see me fly
She see me fly
I know the south of out
She see me flash
I just swing the switch
If we ain't do it, ain't no fakin'
We ain't claimin' shit
They lick you off the box
They new bro
Writer: Rah Gzz
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