Shy Glizzy - First 48, Pt. 2 lyrics

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Shy Glizzy - First 48, Pt. 2 lyrics

[Intro] Out the window Me and Gizzle with them dracos, that’s not accidental GG, back on that bullsh** [Verse 1] b**h I’m high as f**, I just left the club Tried to put it on some n***as but they had some luck b**hes 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 b**h I’m monumental, and you not fundamental Stay surrounded by them shooters, Malcom in the Middle b**h you like my swag, b**h come hit this dab You can’t get no cash, better get some a** They can’t get no money, that’s why these n***as mad Oof they lookin’ funny, can’t go get my bag n***as Loony Toony, b**h 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 f**in’ stupid, know I keep that uzi 30 30 30, shoot that b**h 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, n***as gettin’ buried Patek cost a check, I iced out my neck Seven figure n***a, how he got the city like that Take no disrespect, Glizzys on your set (GG) Boy you better have your dog or they gon’ make a mess [Interlude] You was geekin’ too, haha b**h I’ll shoot a n***a, Goo talkin’ ’bout, “shoot that n***a dawg!” “Shoot that n***a!” [Verse 2] We the f**in’ 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 n***as too high off the lean, they lost they self-esteem I’m head honcho in my city, I’m the f**ing king n***as ain’t really tryna get busy, what the f** you mean I had a semi with a fifty, I was seventeen Baby come fly high with Glizzy, give you f**ing wings Young street n***a with some money, went and bought some choppers Young street n***a with some money, I’ll knock off your roster These n***as can’t wait to drop a dime, they wanna see us locked up These n***as ain’t really got no time, they some goddamn imposters You see this b**h with me so fine and she so f**in’ proper I flew this b**h all the way to DC just to f**in’ pop it Remember you was fighting them n***as out there, I came through and stopped it b**h why is you askin’ me about my outfit? you ain’t gon’ f**in’ cop it b**h why is you askin’ me am I out here, you a f**in’ watcher? b**h cover your eyes, you might get blind here, see these f**ing watches? Little boy go get your own gun, this my f**ing rocket Out in LA hittin’ home runs like I’m f**ing dodgin’ I don’t think you understand, my n***as super wild All my n***as they been thugging since a juvenile Out here for a while, remember when they k**ed Lil Kow Forever Tray-7, b**h go ‘head and take a bow [Outro] Forever Tray-7, b**h go ‘head and take a bow Forever Tray-7, b**h forever Tray-7 b**h forever Tray-7, b**h go ‘head and take a bow b**h go ‘head and take a bow

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