John Wall Shy Glizzy (Ft. Lil Mouse)

[Intro]
Young Chop on the beat
Young Jefe, holmes
Chopsquad
Uhh

[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
Hundred thousand up in my wall (Racks)
Fuck I look like signin'? Let me sign y'all (Big Glizzy, nigga)
Bitch I know you better answer when the don call (What, what)
Or I'ma hit my second bitch like John Wall (Oh)
John Wall (Oh, oh), John Wall (Oh)
I'm ballin' on these niggas like I'm John Wall (Swish)
John Wall (Oh, oh), John Wall (Oh, oh)
I keep me two pistols, call me John Wall (Ooh)

[Verse 1: Shy Glizzy]
All these niggas stallers, I'm a damn baller (I'm a baller)
Big Glizzy, baby, I'm a shot caller (Glizzy, bang)
All my niggas look like they just left from Bal' Harbor (God damn)
And your niggas look like they just left the beauty parlor (God damn, God damn)
It don't cost a fuckin' cent to keep it real (No)
Shit don't make no sense, these niggas ain't street for real (Ah)
Young boy you so ill, shoot your ass like Beal (Bang)
Glizzy Gang no chill, better keep your steel (GG)
I'm not committed, I got two bitches (Two of 'em)
I got a couple send me nude pictures (They send me nude pictures)
They say don't no nigga kick it the way you kick it (I kick it)
I think I might hop in the shoe business (Ah)