[Hook] Im goin hard, goin hard All I used to do is rob Now im in the studio Making this music shit my job And dese niggas so soft They then let me in the door I ain't gotta rap no more Labels knocking at my door Im goin hard, goin hard All I used to do is rob Now im in the studio Makin this music shit my job And dese niggas so soft They then let me in the door I ain't gotta rap no more Labels knocking at my door
[Verse 1: Shy Glizzy] Im tired of playing wit dese niggas Dese niggas act like bitches Im tired of fucking dese bitches I need me a mistress Wear a scarf around my head like a Taliban Loud got me so high, Looking Like Im from Japan See, me and my niggas rob the Venetian stores And I got a couple guns you ain't seen Before They like "Oh my God, you den let him in the door" And every nigga bitch dont want to fuck with him no more I can't blame em doe, nigga I dont want your ho I can't, I can't blame her doe nigga I dont want your ho Bitches Double G we going to be the same for life I swear I been supposed to die, They ain't aim it right
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[Verse 2: Shy Glizzy] Im in the studio Writing, writing all night Me And you ain't Vibin nigga do you want to fight Check my street credit I got tiger stripes My bullets leave wounds that look like tiger bites I got .30 in my denim and I ain't scared to bust them Niggas think Im gonna friend em, but me I'm like fuck 'em Couple Niggas said Im A Bitch Couple niggas did a diss On my father grave them couple niggas ain't gone do shit I be all out in these clubs, all out in theses streets People walk to me and say I run DC I say Im the future, the Future of the Nation Every single thing I do is history in the making
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I got my mask on and im tipping Wassup with you pimping No Im not your Homie, do I look like the Simpsons My Glock loaded Im riding Based on me he Jiving We out here surviving, you touch my drugs You buy it Im a young street nigga, Lord OG Streets Hottest Youngin, everybody know me Bitch im from the Yo, I say it on every song I fuck a nigga ho she scream my name out on every moan Your head in the car, my seat leaned back Her ass on the dash and her head in my lap A nigga stabbed me where it say Glizzy at God Ain't want me, he said I ain't have A Milli Yet
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