Dapper Don Shy Glizzy

[Intro]
(Itsnelll on the beat, nigga)

[Chorus]
When we cruisin' through the city, yeah, we ride with them glizzies
And we gon' pull them triggers case a nigga get silly
You was cheerin' them lame niggas on, now you gon' feel me
Posted in my hood, thinkin' 'bout how this the real me
And one thing 'bout them streets, them streets don't love nobody
They taught me that shit early when niggas killed my daddy
AR by my underarm, they call me one hand shawty
They label me the Dapper Don just like Jon Gotti

[Verse 1]
How the fuck you lack? Every nigga strapped
He ain't really street, nigga, he just got attached
I can take you to get whatever you want, but I'm gon' need some tax
And I don't really rap, nigga, I'm just speakin' facts
And I ain't gotta say it yeah, you know the gun is tucked
And we some paper chasers, nah, they ain't frontin' us
You know I keep me a bad bitch and they be fun as fuck
I went and got me a bag, bitch, I had to run it up
And they say I'm a nympho, I got a fuckin' problem
The way she suck this dick, I go and buy her Balenciaga
They say you can't trust your partners, they some motherfuckin' robbers
But tell me what's a goon to a motherfuckin' goblin? Oh