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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Shy Glizzy
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Marquis King
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Out the window
Me and Gizzle with them dracos, that's not accidental
GG, back on that bullshit
[Verse 2]
Bitch I'm high as fuck, I just left the club
Tried to put it on some **** but they had some luck
Bitches pullin' up, smosh go get the truck
Fish a ton up out the thirty, now they gotta duck
Fat dog tried to run it, hangin' out the windows
Me and Gizzle with them dracos, that's not accidental
Bitch I'm monumental, and you not fundamental
Stay surrounded by them shooters, Malcom in the Middle
[Verse 3]
Bitch, you like my swag, bitch, come hit this dab
You can't get no cash, better get some ass
They can't get no money, now these **** mad
Oof, they lookin' funny, can't go get my bag
**** Loony Toony, bitch my life a movie
DF them my goonies, shoutout to Lil Moony
Said you comin' for me, you ain't never do it
Boy, you fuckin' stupid, know I keep that uzi
[Verse 4]
Thirty .30-30, shoot that bitch like Curry
Now we playin' dirty, we ain't never worried
We ain't never worried, Phil pour up that dirty
Told it's emergency, **** gettin' buried
Patek cost a check, I iced out my neck
Seven figure ****, how he got the city like that
Take no disrespect, Glizzys on your set
Boy, you better have your dog or they gon' make a mess
[Verse 5]
You was geekin' too, haha
Bitch, I'll shoot a ****, Goo talkin' 'bout, shoot that ****, dawg
Shoot that ****
[Verse 6]
We the fuckin' murder team, come and clear the scene
Sorry if we crush your dreams, Martin Luther King
That KelTec it got a beam, do not intervene
**** too high off the lean, they lost they self-esteem
I'm head honcho in my city, I'm the fucking king
**** ain't really tryna get busy, what the fuck you mean
I had a semi with a .50, I was seventeen
Baby, come fly high with Glizzy, give you fucking wings
[Verse 7]
Young street **** with some money, went and bought some choppers
Young street **** with some money, I'll knock off your roster
These **** can't wait to drop a dime, they wanna see us locked up
These **** ain't really got no time, they some goddamn imposters
You see this bitch with me so fine and she so fuckin' proper
I flew this bitch all the way to DC just to fuckin' pop it
Remember you was fighting them **** out there
I came through and stopped it
Bitch, why is you askin' me about my outfit? You ain't gon' fuckin' cop it
Bitch, why is you askin' me am I out here, you a fuckin' watcher?
Bitch, cover your eyes, you might get blind here
See these fucking watches?
[Verse 8]
Little boy go get your own gun, this my fucking rocket
Out in LA hittin' home runs like I'm fucking Dodger
I don't think you understand, my **** super wild
All my **** they been thugging since a juvenile
Out here for a while, remember when they killed 'Lil Kow
Forever Tre-7, bitch, go ahead and take a bow
[Verse 9]
Forever Tre-7, bitch, go ahead and take a bow
Forever Tre-7, bitch, forever Tre-7
Bitch, forever Tre-7, bitch, go ahead and take a bow
Bitch, go ahead and take a bow
Written by: Marquis King, Milan Modi, The Producer Izze, Zaytoven