Live Up To the Hype - Shy Glizzy

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Young Jefe, Holmes, yeah

Grab that pistol tight, same shit different night

These streets’ll take your life, yeah, that’s what we livin' like

That booty super soft, that thing be sitting high

I had to cut her off because I wasn’t feelin' right

And no, I never been the type to live up to the hype

I promise, long as they print money I’ma be alright

And no, I never been the type to live up to the hype

Yeah, I’m just talkin' all this G shit, I ain’t have to write

Okay, Glock on 2Pac and pockets on Biggie

Send them hittas to your block and they gone drop a buck fifty

Fuck you mean, you ain’t heard of me

Bitch it’s Glizzy Glizzy

Yeah, you remember you was swervin' me

Now bitch show me your titties

Had to fast forward to a badder bitch

Stamps on my passport, places you ain’t never been

Check my watch, that’s a skeleton

Go ask the block, I’m a veteran

Vete-Mahns… you call it Vetements

Girl, you irrelevant

I want the better friend

Anthony Davis in the paint, fly like a pelican

I drink my medicine

Yeah, I’m so elegant

Grab that pistol tight, same shit different night

These streets’ll take your life, yeah, that’s what we livin' like

That booty super soft, that thing be sitting high

I had to cut her off because I wasn’t feelin' right

And no, I never been the type to live up to the hype

I promise, long as they print money I’ma be alright

And no, I never been the type to live up to the hype

Yeah, I’m just talkin' all this G shit, I ain’t have to write

Uh, oh, here I go

They tryna front like they ain’t know

Your favorite rapper, he a hoe

Yeah, I’m a trapper, that’s 'til I go

I’m with your bitch, yeah that’s my hoe

I’m sending hits, from up the road

I never told, won’t sell my soul

Nigga, is you with the shit, promise me you’ll never fold

Remember I went in his spot and brung a half a brick back

Then I had to click-clack cause niggas be on get back

We was in a kickback, listening to Dipset

A nigga had to get rack, I ain’t with the chit-chat

Grab that pistol tight, same shit different night

These streets’ll take your life, yeah, that’s what we livin' like

That booty super soft, that thing be sitting high

I had to cut her off because I wasn’t feelin' right

And no, I never been the type to live up to the hype

I promise, long as they print money I’ma be alright

And no, I never been the type to live up to the hype

Yeah, I’m just talkin' all this G shit, I ain’t have to write