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Glizzy, what you cooking up?
And I love it, ayy (And I love that shit)
You don't like his xxxxx,
You can't touch her, ayy, ayy
They can't stand my nigga
And I love it, ayy (I love that shit)
Glizzy, what you cooking up?
You know it ain't safe if you out here tryna win some'
It shoot fifty pointers,
Fifty shots up on that TEC drum
Get back, xxxxx, you tweaking,
Wanna hang so you can tell some'
Money over niggas, my Glock so overprotective
Von just popped a nigga,
Fold him up like he a pretzel
If he with his xxxxx,
I drop that Asian Doll and press 'em
Bitch, I been this way since I got jumped,
I was like 7 (On gang)
Mama hop out with that thirty,
Bitch, we gonna nail some'
Rather do my time than go out sad just like a snitch
Treat my Glock just like a toddler,
I'ma carry on my hip
Dripping, you know if I **** him,
He gon' drown aboard the ship
Crippin',
You know you ain't never had the pretty rich xxxxx
My brother maintain,
He ain't switch up like a ho (Hell nah)
Lil' xxxxx, I know I rap,
But I'll still kick you in your throat
I'm the only shorty who was 'bout it, slapping rap hoes
The only xxxxx who stayed down, all my opps still broke
187, dizzy off medicine
Beam on that TEC, get sent up to heaven
But you was in school so we shot off his letterman
Not with the extras, don't call tryna settle shit
Say what you want, I just know we heard some of it
Dissing my homies, you gon' need the reverend
Bitch not important, get blew like a flute
Sassy hood xxxxx, need a nigga who shoot
They can't stand my nigga and I love it (Yeah)
You can't stand his xxxxx,
But I swear you never touch her (Uh, uh)
Started getting money,
'Member riding 'round in the bucket (Uh-huh)
All that sneaky talk they doing,
They don't say that shit in public (Hell nah)
They can't stand my nigga and I love it,
Ayy
They can't stand my nigga and I love it,
Ayy (Oh, you love that shit?) ayy
They can't stand my nigga and I love it (Uh, uh)
You don't like his xxxxx,
But I swear you never touch her
Glizzy, what you cooking up?