[Intro: Shy Glizzy]
(Itsnelll on the beat, nigga)
Ooh
[Verse 1: Shy Glizzy]
I grip on that metal, I'm a Glizzy Gang rebel
I don't want no fame, that shit don't make me feel special
40 on my waistline and forty on my bezel
I rep that Tre-7, yeah, know that's forever
You know it's really North End, got 'bout fifty in my cargos
All blue hundreds like I came from Wells Fargo
Double cup the color purple, bitch, no, I ain't Harpo
Hop on the jet with a million cash, bitch, I feel like Ralo
And all that shit you doin' on the internet, that ain't gangster, though
Remember I snaked you for your gat, but that was ages ago
A nigga play with me once, he in the grave for sure
Don't ask my shooters what they want, just, "What you waitin' for?"
[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
"Hello, how you doin', sir?" I tell 'em, "Mighty fine"
If it ain't 'bout no money, ain't got no time
Show you how to make a hundred off a three-point-five
'Cause I know if I told you, you would probably think I'm lyin'
Come and get a chicken from me, know them bitches fryin'
Her ass is ridiculous, I hit it from behind
I put that dick inside her and she go, "Aye, aye, aye"
I don't know 'bout your niggas, but mine gon' ride, ride, ride
(Itsnelll on the beat, nigga)
Ooh
[Verse 1: Shy Glizzy]
I grip on that metal, I'm a Glizzy Gang rebel
I don't want no fame, that shit don't make me feel special
40 on my waistline and forty on my bezel
I rep that Tre-7, yeah, know that's forever
You know it's really North End, got 'bout fifty in my cargos
All blue hundreds like I came from Wells Fargo
Double cup the color purple, bitch, no, I ain't Harpo
Hop on the jet with a million cash, bitch, I feel like Ralo
And all that shit you doin' on the internet, that ain't gangster, though
Remember I snaked you for your gat, but that was ages ago
A nigga play with me once, he in the grave for sure
Don't ask my shooters what they want, just, "What you waitin' for?"
[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
"Hello, how you doin', sir?" I tell 'em, "Mighty fine"
If it ain't 'bout no money, ain't got no time
Show you how to make a hundred off a three-point-five
'Cause I know if I told you, you would probably think I'm lyin'
Come and get a chicken from me, know them bitches fryin'
Her ass is ridiculous, I hit it from behind
I put that dick inside her and she go, "Aye, aye, aye"
I don't know 'bout your niggas, but mine gon' ride, ride, ride
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