3 Glizzy - Ay Ay Ay lyrics

[Intro: Shy Glizzy] (Itsnelll on the beat, ni**a) Ooh [Verse 1: Shy Glizzy] I grip on that metal, I'm a Glizzy Gang rebel I don't want no fame, that sh*t don't make me feel special 40 on my waistline and forty on my bezel I rep that Tre-7, yeah, know that's forever You know it's really North End, got 'bout fifty in my cargos All blue hundreds like I came from Wells Fargo Double cup the color purple, b*tch, no, I ain't Harpo Hop on the jet with a million cash, b*tch, I feel like Ralo And all that sh*t you doin' on the internet, that ain't gangster, though Remember I snaked you for your gat, but that was ages ago A ni**a play with me once, he in the grave for sure Don't ask my shooters what they want, just, "What you waitin' for?" [Chorus: Shy Glizzy] "Hello, how you doin', sir?" I tell 'em, "Mighty fine" If it ain't 'bout no money, ain't got no time Show you how to make a hundred off a three-point-five 'Cause I know if I told you, you would probably think I'm lyin' Come and get a chicken from me, know them b*tches fryin' Her ass is ridiculous, I hit it from behind I put that dick inside her and she go, "Aye, aye, aye" I don't know 'bout your ni**as, but mine gon' ride, ride, ride [Verse 2: 3 Glizzy] Been playin' with guns since I was little Don't need validation, I'm official ni**as ain't killers, they shootin' incidental I pull up presidential Ridin' 'round with that [?][1:29], ain't ridin' with no pistols Tryna knock somethin' off, we don't play around, get with you I grew a brick in a minute, I auction all these b*tches New glizzy, the switch in, uh-uh, nah, I don't fu*k with no snitches White b*tch got no rhythm, fu*k her, I ain't even get her digits I ran up me a ticket, trap goin' crazy, I'm servin' up midget Might be too late when they get it, think that's 12, time to hit it Already know I was gon' get it, tryna fu*k both of them b*tches I hit it and quit it, put the b*tch in submission su*k that dick, she gifted, already knew she was with it [Chorus: Shy Glizzy] "Hello, how you doin', sir?" I tell 'em, "Mighty fine" If it ain't 'bout no money, ain't got no time Show you how to make a hundred off a three-point-five 'Cause I know if I told you, you would probably think I'm lyin' Come and get a chicken from me, know them b*tches fryin' Her ass is ridiculous, I hit it from behind I put that dick inside her and she go, "Aye, aye, aye" I don't know 'bout your ni**as, but mine gon' ride, ride, ride