[Intro: Shy Glizzy]
Blatt, slatt
It's a fuckin' money set nigga
[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
Blatt, nigga slatt, it's a fuckin' money set
Rollies, AP's, and Pateks, rest in peace, I'm fresh to death
Yeah lil' bitch heaven sent, I just give her hella dick
It get cold where I'm from, lil' baby send your measurements, hey
Shout out to your ex 'cause y'all won't never meet again
She done went gang on these lames, she don't need no fuckin' friends
First time she put that pussy on me, put her in a Benz (Yeah)
You wanna talk to her, lil' nigga gotta have an M (Young Jefe holmes)
[Verse 1: Shy Glizzy]
Jefe the name, fuck other theories
You say you gang, you with the conspiracy (Gang gang)
Quality jewelry, your shit is blurry (Bling bling)
I catch a charge, they killin' the jury
My swag be so clean but I'm sippin' the dirty
Pull up to the scene and them niggas get scary
I do it for Mally, I do it for 30
Street nigga for life but this shit ain't gon' bury me
40 bands in my jeans and you know they Amiri
20 bands in when a nigga get near me
Shawty keep asking me questions like Siri
'Cause she ain't gettin' the message, that's clearly
I like to show out lil' bitches especially
You gotta show me that niggas can't catch you
Girl my apologies that I can't flex you
You know that I was a G when I met you
A lot of bands, lot of Glocks, it's a fuckin' major flex
I make the gang go shoot some opps and spray a fuckin' hater next
Oh yeah I'm this bitch with Flare and it's a fuckin' money set
Boy if you play with that GG, ain't no fuckin' comin' back, ayy
Blatt, slatt
It's a fuckin' money set nigga
[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
Blatt, nigga slatt, it's a fuckin' money set
Rollies, AP's, and Pateks, rest in peace, I'm fresh to death
Yeah lil' bitch heaven sent, I just give her hella dick
It get cold where I'm from, lil' baby send your measurements, hey
Shout out to your ex 'cause y'all won't never meet again
She done went gang on these lames, she don't need no fuckin' friends
First time she put that pussy on me, put her in a Benz (Yeah)
You wanna talk to her, lil' nigga gotta have an M (Young Jefe holmes)
[Verse 1: Shy Glizzy]
Jefe the name, fuck other theories
You say you gang, you with the conspiracy (Gang gang)
Quality jewelry, your shit is blurry (Bling bling)
I catch a charge, they killin' the jury
My swag be so clean but I'm sippin' the dirty
Pull up to the scene and them niggas get scary
I do it for Mally, I do it for 30
Street nigga for life but this shit ain't gon' bury me
40 bands in my jeans and you know they Amiri
20 bands in when a nigga get near me
Shawty keep asking me questions like Siri
'Cause she ain't gettin' the message, that's clearly
I like to show out lil' bitches especially
You gotta show me that niggas can't catch you
Girl my apologies that I can't flex you
You know that I was a G when I met you
A lot of bands, lot of Glocks, it's a fuckin' major flex
I make the gang go shoot some opps and spray a fuckin' hater next
Oh yeah I'm this bitch with Flare and it's a fuckin' money set
Boy if you play with that GG, ain't no fuckin' comin' back, ayy
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