Slide Over - Shy Glizzy

It’s Balik

Yeah

Young Jefe, holmes

Oh

Standin' on the block, on my head

My wish was, to get rich

I got big homies, but they dead

I got long money, stack that bread

Bitch we run the town, heard what I said

I’ll take down, paint it red

Bad bitches on, they gimme head

Free my rich niggas, out the feds

When he get lonely, he wanna have a good night

She say «Shawty, what that bag look like?»

She like to party, but he gon' get 'em out right

Got on my Carti’s, I’m tryna duck the limelight

Ever since I was a youngin', I seen you pussy niggas hatin'

I’ma put on my youngins, and I’ma be proud to see 'em make it

A nigga ain’t give me shit, nah, nah, y’all gon' see me take it

When I whipped out that stick, man you shoulda seen their faces

My bitch so bad, dawg, you should see her ass, dawg

Her bag cost fifteen-thousand, come on and check the tags, dawg

Runnin' from mad dawgs, told my nigga, don’t get bagged, dawg

Just blew a quarter-mil, yeah, thats what that new G Wag cost

Need me a bitch gon' ride with me, need a bitch gon' vibe with me

Nah, them niggas ain’t none of my friends, they ain’t gon' slide with me

How the fuck you gonna call yourself a Glizzy?

Niggas ain’t even tied with me

Bitch, I seen your DM, I’m busy, now she wanna go Live with me

Dime piece the team, yeah, side piece amazin'

She got this dick, she say «I see now why your bitch so crazy»

She told me I’m number one, Tracy McGrady

I’m havin' fun and you got none, these niggas hate me

Brenda got a baby and Jefe got a brick

These ain’t no .380s, shawty, this extended clip

See, this ain’t no regular pistol, it came with a kit

Had a bitch out way in Europe, that bitch was a trip

Gave that bitch my digits, but I know she want a ticket

Hit it, then I quit it, say, I hit it, then I quit it

Brick for a feature, yeah, I take it, then I whip it

Stock it, then I flip, it, yeah we vacuum, then we seal it

Southeast savage, bitch, I ain’t average

Came up out that gutter, now the nigga livin' lavish

Shoppin' sprees in Paris, bitch I’m mad rich

Rep that Glizzy Gang, bitch, I got more guns than a terrorist

Standin' on the block, on my head

My wish was, to get rich

I got big homies, but they dead

I got long money, stack that bread

Bitch we run the town, heard what I said

I’ll take down, paint it red

Bad bitches on, they gimme head

Free my rich niggas, out the feds

When he get lonely, he wanna have a good night

She say «Shawty, what that bag look like?»

She like to party, but he gon' get 'em out right

Got on my Carti’s, I’m tryna duck the limelight