Top Songs By Shy Glizzy
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Shy Glizzy
Vocals
G Herbo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
G Herbo
Songwriter
Marquis King
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Itsnell
Producer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Liz Robson
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
(It's Nell on the beat, nigga)
Boss
Young Jefe, holmes
Let's go
I just bought another vehicle, with the frog eyes
I don't really fuck with niggas, they ain't from our side
You know I'm a real member, bitch I got mob ties
Leader of them fuckin' Glizzys, could you hog tied
Ooh, lil' momma so fine, she hang with no time
Told her, it's time to hang it up, yeah, like a clothes line
Fuck her, she tell me "Don't stop," I guess it's go time
I go and run it down on your with the .45
Ballin' 'just like 23
Say she wanna stunt with me
Give her a lil' sample, I can't get this bitch from under me
Don't let nobody tell you, you can't be whatever you wanna be
I wanna be a nine figure nigga, and I'm gonna be
Scream that girl with fans, promise you they gon' remember me
I know some bomb-ass twins way down in Tennessee
Bitch I'm really him, I was with all of my enemies
She blew with the wind, couldn't let her kill my energy
Say what's poppin' dawg?
Better watch how you poppin' off
I'm with the gang, we got them switches on them Glocks and stuff
I love the gang because they always get the cops involved
Right now I'm in Malibu, with baddies playin' volley ball
I just bought another vehicle, with the frog eyes
I don't really fuck with niggas, they ain't from our side
You know I'm a real member, bitch I got mob ties
Leader of them fuckin' Glizzys, could you hog tied
Ooh, lil' momma so fine, she hang with no time
Told her, it's time to hang it up, yeah, like a clothes line
Fuck her, she tell me "Don't stop," I guess it's go time
I go and run it down on your with the .45
I'm gon' die a real nigga (you know that)
I don't tell no lies (no)
And I still tote .45's, fuck the opps from both sides
Thinking 'bout my shooter now
Know if I hit your line, talkin' war, you gon' slide (come on)
Fuck it, lead that dope life (skrr)
Feds all on my bro line, sayin' he got a coke line
But I'm doin' shows now, made a M like four times
Fuck around bein' in that Lamb, in that Rolls now
White, yellow, gold, and rose now
You should be like Herbo, he stay ten toes down
We cut no slack, so pussies' gettin' exposed now (fuck nigga)
I'm gettin' proposition, the labels gave me control now
And now we are dope, so ain't no explanation if you told
I can't fuck with you 'cause you fold
The shit we withhold it and I'm a soldier
I thought I told you, nigga
I just bought another vehicle, with the frog eyes
I don't really fuck with niggas, they ain't from our side
You know I'm a real member, bitch I got mob ties
Leader of them fuckin' Glizzys, could you hog tied
Ooh, lil' momma so fine, she hang with no time
Told her, it's time to hang it up, yeah, like a clothes line
Fuck her, she tell me "Don't stop," I guess it's go time
I go and run it down on your with the .45
Writer(s): Composer Author Unknown, Marquis Amonte King
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