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Shy Glizzy]
Hey boy, Jefe said ,"Go do your chores!"
niggas some whores
Wipe them out, no remorse
I might go hop in Porsche
Go buy my new a horse
Soon as I hopped off the
I started that torch
He shoots! He scores!
A soon as I in the door

I
I send my to your block
(Bup bup bup bup) and they
They gonna Jefe the rock
Cause they know for sure Im score
He shoot! He Scores!

[Verse 1: Shy
The fuck is you
be rocking that foreign
These niggas be boring
just be rapping, no touring
Straight at they ass a storm
It be four in the morning
We give no fucks you doing
See, GG bitch we a army
We bust in your shit with the
Your moms could be an omelet
Shot her ass out her bonnet
These be talking like bitches
Im just honest
I can not it with snitches
no, Im not being modest
Shorty be kicking this
Shorty be his paper
These niggas can't get no paper
So wanna turn into haters
I put the food in neighbor
I even all the waiters
You mad you can sit at the
Bye lil' boy I'll see you

[Hook: Shy
[Verse 2: Shy
The one and the big glizzy
Nigga the fuck is you
Im two stops away a mili
asking me, "Where is the Glizzies?"
I don't rappers [?]
You got shit took by the Glizzies?
Boy this shit don't look like no
Forever Tre-7 to
My dogs they tote big Mac
I don't on doing no telling
Bet whatever my brother telling
All of my niggas, reckless
You see all of my niggas got
niggas think they gonna test us
Let stupid ass wait for the stretcher
I can't wait to see some of you
me take off my belt while you act up
My niggas come through, beat back up
niggas be calling for back up
Watch out, watch out for 'Lac truck
GG QB, get your up
I only music for trappers
Now go sing last song with the pastor
Shy Glizzy]