(BandPl-)
Glizzock
(Let the BandPlay)
Ayy (yeah)
Ever since I heard 'bout Eve
I can't be playin' with these bitches (uh-uh, yeah, yeah-yeah)
Dollar sign up on my ring finger
I'm married to the shit (yeah, yeah-yeah)
Yeah, every time I get a bag
I spend that shit or I go flip it (yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah)
Yeah, ever since I lost my granny
I've been drinkin' like a fish (yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah)
Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout Wockhardt, I can't find it then it's Triss (yeah)
Nigga tryna slime out Glizzock, f*ck around and come up missin'
Yup, I really came from shit, now it ain't shit to get a milli'
They like, "Why you don't do features?"
'Cause I don't like meetin' new niggas, yeah
Hoppin' out that yellow motherf*cker with blue figures, uh
Smokin' on some zi-up, it's just me and my four nickel, uh
Slam your bitch like Jaiah, in my city I'm that nigga (Glizzock)
It's hitters on my frontline, ain't no monkey in the middle (baow)
Yeah, I'm a Blood, they know I'm official
I got stripes but not a whistle (yeah)
And you know I keep a pistol, know my name came with credentials (yeah)
This .40 in my denim, this bitch here came with utensils (yeah)
Uh, my Jesus piece a hunnid racks and it got all emeralds
Yeah, I be pourin' Jesus blood in my Styrofoam (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, the doctor told me money runnin' through my chromosome (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I'm addicted to this shit somehow I can't leave it alone (leave it alone, what the f*ck?)
Ever since I heard 'bout Eve
I can't be playin' with these bitches (yeah)
Dollar sign up on my ring finger
I'm married to the shit (yeah)
Yeah, every time I get a bag
I spend that shit or I go flip it (yeah-yeah, yeah)
Yeah, ever since I lost my granny
I've been drinkin' like a fish (yeah)
Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout Wockhardt, I can't find it then it's Triss (yeah)
Nigga tryna slime out Glizzock, f*ck around and come up missin'
Yup, I really came from shit, now it ain't shit to get a milli'
They like, "Why you don't do features?"
'Cause I don't like meetin' new niggas (what the f*ck?)
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(BandPl-)
Glizzock
(Let the BandPlay)
Ayy (yeah)
Ever since I heard 'bout Eve
I can't be playin' with these bitches (uh-uh, yeah, yeah-yeah)
Dollar sign up on my ring finger
I'm married to the shit (yeah, yeah-yeah)
Yeah, every time I get a bag
I spend that shit or I go flip it (yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah)
Yeah, ever since I lost my granny
I've been drinkin' like a fish (yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah)
Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout Wockhardt, I can't find it then it's Triss (yeah)
Nigga tryna slime out Glizzock, f*ck around and come up missin'
Yup, I really came from shit, now it ain't shit to get a milli'
They like, "Why you don't do features?"
'Cause I don't like meetin' new niggas, yeah
Hoppin' out that yellow motherf*cker with blue figures, uh
Smokin' on some zi-up, it's just me and my four nickel, uh
Slam your bitch like Jaiah, in my city I'm that nigga (Glizzock)
It's hitters on my frontline, ain't no monkey in the middle (baow)
Yeah, I'm a Blood, they know I'm official
I got stripes but not a whistle (yeah)
And you know I keep a pistol, know my name came with credentials (yeah)
This .40 in my denim, this bitch here came with utensils (yeah)
Uh, my Jesus piece a hunnid racks and it got all emeralds
Yeah, I be pourin' Jesus blood in my Styrofoam (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, the doctor told me money runnin' through my chromosome (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I'm addicted to this shit somehow I can't leave it alone (leave it alone, what the f*ck?)
Ever since I heard 'bout Eve
I can't be playin' with these bitches (yeah)
Dollar sign up on my ring finger
I'm married to the shit (yeah)
Yeah, every time I get a bag
I spend that shit or I go flip it (yeah-yeah, yeah)
Yeah, ever since I lost my granny
I've been drinkin' like a fish (yeah)
Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout Wockhardt, I can't find it then it's Triss (yeah)
Nigga tryna slime out Glizzock, f*ck around and come up missin'
Yup, I really came from shit, now it ain't shit to get a milli'
They like, "Why you don't do features?"
'Cause I don't like meetin' new niggas (what the f*ck?)
On God
Glizzock
(Let the BandPlay)
Ayy (yeah)
Ever since I heard 'bout Eve
I can't be playin' with these bitches (uh-uh, yeah, yeah-yeah)
Dollar sign up on my ring finger
I'm married to the shit (yeah, yeah-yeah)
Yeah, every time I get a bag
I spend that shit or I go flip it (yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah)
Yeah, ever since I lost my granny
I've been drinkin' like a fish (yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah)
Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout Wockhardt, I can't find it then it's Triss (yeah)
Nigga tryna slime out Glizzock, f*ck around and come up missin'
Yup, I really came from shit, now it ain't shit to get a milli'
They like, "Why you don't do features?"
'Cause I don't like meetin' new niggas, yeah
Hoppin' out that yellow motherf*cker with blue figures, uh
Smokin' on some zi-up, it's just me and my four nickel, uh
Slam your bitch like Jaiah, in my city I'm that nigga (Glizzock)
It's hitters on my frontline, ain't no monkey in the middle (baow)
Yeah, I'm a Blood, they know I'm official
I got stripes but not a whistle (yeah)
And you know I keep a pistol, know my name came with credentials (yeah)
This .40 in my denim, this bitch here came with utensils (yeah)
Uh, my Jesus piece a hunnid racks and it got all emeralds
Yeah, I be pourin' Jesus blood in my Styrofoam (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, the doctor told me money runnin' through my chromosome (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I'm addicted to this shit somehow I can't leave it alone (leave it alone, what the f*ck?)
Ever since I heard 'bout Eve
I can't be playin' with these bitches (yeah)
Dollar sign up on my ring finger
I'm married to the shit (yeah)
Yeah, every time I get a bag
I spend that shit or I go flip it (yeah-yeah, yeah)
Yeah, ever since I lost my granny
I've been drinkin' like a fish (yeah)
Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout Wockhardt, I can't find it then it's Triss (yeah)
Nigga tryna slime out Glizzock, f*ck around and come up missin'
Yup, I really came from shit, now it ain't shit to get a milli'
They like, "Why you don't do features?"
'Cause I don't like meetin' new niggas (what the f*ck?)
On God
Writer: Markeyvius Cathey
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, EMPIRE PUBLISHING