Double 00 - Shy Glizzy

These niggas like to hate, that’s why I play it safe

Say, «Whats today’s date?»

Bitch I don’t know, I sell weight

Feel like every day’s my birthday 'cause bitch, I get cake

Damn near felt like an earthquake, our opps just got erased

Natural born killer, that nigga 'bout his business

I gotta ask for forgiveness, ain’t talk to God in a minute

And if my niggas want ransom, then you better hope they get it

I’m screamin' «Fuck cancer!»

Hope my granny keep livin'

My son gon' be a king, he won’t see the shit I’ve seen

I’ll talk to him, and tell him he can be whatever he dream

'Cause dada had a dream, just like Martin Luther King

Down the mall, across U.S.A., on niggas TV screens

I just got some new ice now, and I feel a little cooler

I just got some new hoes now, and I feel a little smoother

Sellin' glizzies to your block, like fuck your lower shooter

Big money, shit, bitch, fuck your lower moolah

You know I keep it G, so don’t ask me 'bout no ho

She belong to the streets, but my bitch belong to Marq

And, yeah, I came from nothin', my favorite number double O

Yeah, I’ma keep thuggin', baby, 'til its time to go

I feel like I’m blessed, ayy, I feel like the best

I just got an AK, yeah, I feel like Malcolm X

Fucked in my Adidas, only thing I dream about is sex

We fucked inside my Maybach, yeah, I put it

And they call me the realest nigga, if you didn’t know

Its Glizzy, Glizzy, baby, my name got weight just like gold

And we can off your children if you motherfuckin' troll

I just want a billion, thats my long-term goal

You say you gettin' money, well, I’m really gettin' money

Remember I was poor, I used to look at Mr. Drummond

We not a competition, I just keep on shittin' on 'em

Fuck what a hater thinkin', I’m a real big homie

I just got some new ice now, and I feel a little cooler

I just got some new hoes now, and I feel a little smoother

Sellin' glizzies to your block, like fuck your lower shooter

Big money, shit, bitch, fuck your lower moolah

You know I keep it G, so don’t ask me 'bout no ho

She belong to the streets, but my bitch belong to Marq

And, yeah, I came from nothin', my favorite number double O

Yeah, I’ma keep thuggin', baby, 'til its time to go