Shy Glizzy ● The Real Is Back

[Intro]
I heard a nigga say the other day
He said Shy Glizzy fell off, haha
I couldn't do nothin' but laugh at that shit
Nigga, you must not know
It's Young Jef', the motherfuckin' best
Like my NY bitch say, "Is you dumb?"

[Chorus]
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[Intro]
I heard a nigga say the other day
He said Shy Glizzy fell off, haha
I couldn't do nothin' but laugh at that shit
Nigga, you must not know
It's Young Jef', the motherfuckin' best
Like my NY bitch say, "Is you dumb?"

[Chorus]
They like, "Come on, Glizzy, where you been? We need that real shit back"
I been cookin' up, I'm almost finished, they like "I figured that"
Stay out these niggas' way, 'cause they be hating, do you riddle that?
As-salamu alaykum, nuh-uh, baby, we don't piggyback
Niggas be actin' funny, but they can play if they want to
'Cause I got plenty money, and I got plenty guns too
HK with the silencer, put that bitch down your tonsils
Let a nigga wild out like Nick Cannon, see what these drums do




[Verse 1]
Come through in that drop top, my young niggas got them beams
My Jamaican thot got wap-wap, told her call up Skillibeng
And I heard that was your bitch, so I made her get down on her knees
Said I'm a handsome little Black boy, but my eyes look Japanese
I never seen a dollar when a nigga got back on his feet
These niggas ain't trustworthy, they can't ride in my back seat
I just came off a vaca', yeah St. Regis on a beach
And before I pack my toothbrush, bitch, I gotta pack my heat
I'm the king of D.C, baby, bow down, kiss my feet
I be in Miami ballin' more than fucking Heat
Ever since they took Loc and 30, I don't get no sleep
Bitch, they call me Jefe Curry, I don't miss a beat

[Chorus]
They like, "Come on, Glizzy, where you been? We need that real shit back"
I been cookin' up, I'm almost finished, they like "I figured that"
Stay out these niggas' way, 'cause they be hating, do you riddle that?
As-salamu alaykum, nuh-uh, baby, we don't piggyback
Niggas be actin' funny, but they can play if they want to
'Cause I got plenty money, and I got plenty guns too
HK with the silencer, put that bitch down your tonsils
Let a nigga wild out like Nick Cannon, see what these drums do

[Verse 2]
Push it to the limit
I'm known to handle my business
If a nigga ever cross that line, my auntie 'nem, they Christians
Yeah, I'm out here gettin' stupid rich, I'm stackin' it to the ceiling
My nigga just had another baby on his bitch, he feel like Tristian
And it's two things that's for certain about these streets, it ain't no wishin'
Yo' family gon' be puttin' flowers on top of yo' head, keep on with that dissin'
Yo' nigga dead, he tryna retaliate but you keep on missin'
Yeah, them niggas dead, it was better late than never, thought we wasn't gon' get em
DEA snatched my plug up, tryna do an extradition
Boy, that shit ain't stoppin' nothin', we just loaded up the Expedition
And, nigga, I could pay for shooters, 'cause I don't trick on bitches
I go and hire the clean up crew 'cause they don't leave no witness

[Chorus]

They like, "Come on, Glizzy, where you been? We need that real shit back"
I been cookin' up, I'm almost finished, they like "I figured that"
Stay out these niggas' way, 'cause they be hating, do you riddle that?
As-salamu alaykum, nuh-uh, baby, we don't piggyback
Niggas be actin' funny, but they can play if they want to
'Cause I got plenty money, and I got plenty guns too
HK with the silencer, put that bitch down your tonsils
Let a nigga wild out like Nick Cannon, see what these drums do

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