My Glizzy Lyrics by BloodHound Q50, Kracks, Ghost53206 & Bloodhound Lil Jeff
You ain’t drivin’ on no hit if your ass ain’t got the wheel
I left seven niggas dead, ***, you know that I can’t chill
I’m *** as ***, I’m smokin’ Leal’, that boy a snitch, his ass gon’ squeal
When I lost Z, this *** got real, shoot a *** in his face like Bradley Beal
When we bendin’ in them strikes, I let bro and ’em take the wheel
This *** real, twenty thousand cash bond, my mouth was sealed
Man, I drive until I crash, don’t give a *** ’bout no appeal
And I touched a hundred thousand cash, *** havin’ a deal
I’m in the stu’ and I’m with Will
They telling me, “Rap,” but I’m still gon’ drill
Know I’m still hopping out even if I got the wheel
*** play with K-Racks, then you know he gettin’ killed
No, I ain’t talkin’ cleats when I say we in the field
I can see it in his eyes, he ain’t never caught a ***
You ain’t never bust no brick, ***, why the *** you capping?
Amiri jeans tight as hell, got my pockets filled with cabbage
If I call 50, he’ll walk you down, that boy do magic
I just bought two books of food, I tucked a sixty in the mattress
Tuck the lean or grab the jacks, I cracked a dub and then I passed ’em
Louie V all on my jacket, this a thousand-dollar fabric
Niggas speakin’ from the bleachers, could’ve sworn that I blew past ’em
You ain’t never had a run, how the *** you niggas cracking?
Niggas runnin’ out of money, I don’t think you ever had it
Slap a fifty in the glizzy, niggas know that I’m gon’ switch ’em
Bet nobody, nobody get in front of my glitch
Got an old Glock, that *** caught four, but this new one different
I could show you how to *** ’em, make a *** skip the ‘spital, huh
Creepin’ down your block four deep, Baby Threat and ’em vicious
Five niggas right up on your street, we the new addition
Want a *** try to play with me, then he gon’ be missing
Let a *** reach for bro VVs, Jeff gone leave him twitching
My hands full, ***, I count on my feet, I got a hat collection
Put a *** face right on a tee right after he go missing
Micro Drac’, I’m in the backseat, mask down, on a mission
There he go right there, bail out on feet, crop him out the picture
Free Fay, we was catchin’ opps and dumpin’ ’em down in traffic
You ain’t never caught no books of fresh, unwrapped ’em out the plastic
All these niggas washed up, they money gone, they ain’t cracking
I spent 7K on Louis, I really got expensive habits
20K on my teeth, I ran this *** up off trapping
And I ain’t tryna compete ’cause niggas know that I’m cracking
We hoppin’ out in broad day or catchin’ niggas in traffic
Ballin’ on all of the opps, them niggas broke, they ain’t having