Glizzy Gang, Shy Glizzy - I Did It lyrics

Trauma Tone jefe! Free 3!
Shit don't stop, people do uhh

Just because you breathing
That don't mean you livin' (Ah)
My lil bro said just because you breathing
That don't mean you livin' (3, 3, 3)
And neighbors seen a lot of killing
Or no drug dealing (No, no)
To niggas kicking it with snitches
What the fuck is this?
(Ah, woah, fuck is this?)
Got all these all these strangers
Up in my business fuck the fame
Can't let it change the way that I’m living
(Goddamn, Goddamn)
Shout out to my fans, they stay down
And I did it (I did it)
Hell nah, that ain't my man, say to them
"I killed him" (I killed him)

Little bruh got caught in the
Jam but he still living (Tre-7)
He ain't have to hit the gas
But he still did it (But he still did it)
Fuck the po-pos, boy
This K got me a meal ticket (Wooh, wooh)
All this pain, I'm going insane
I gotta deal with it (Ah, ah, ah, hey)
Fuck all my enemies, and no
That nigga not my nigga, he’s a frenemy
(Ah, ah, ah) i keep my gun on me
That hundred round, yeah, i'm gon' spray
(Grrah)
So Icy, boy, but my diamonds cost a hundred K
I just left the store
And all I bought was baking soda (Whip)
Get twenty thousand for a show
Imagine all that coca (Whip, whip)
And boy, my house so cold
That bitch so cold, like Minnesota
(Wooh) fuck all these niggas
Know they tryna fuck me over (Ah, ah, ah)

Just because you breathing
That don't mean you livin' (Ah)
My lil bro said just because you breathing
That don't mean you livin' (3, 3, 3)
And neighbors seen a lot of killing
Or no drug dealing (No, no)
To niggas kicking it with snitches
What the fuck is this?
(Ah, woah, fuck is this?)
Got all these all these strangers
Up in my business fuck the fame
Can't let it change the way that I’m living
(Goddamn, Goddamn)
Shout out to my fans, they stay down
And I did it (I did it)
Hell nah, that ain't my man, say to them
"I killed him" (I killed him)

Fuck a dart case
I just gave the lawyer five K (Ah)
Told him, "Do whatever it take
" just make it fly away (Make it fly away)
You get the picture, take a screenshot
Turn it sideways (Make it sideways)
Street's Hottest Youngin', bitch
I'm hotter then your fire place
(Fire, fire, fire) all my niggas
They be thuggin' out the trap house
(They be thuggin') pussy, I just ask you be
'bout what you rap 'bout (Lil pussy)
And I be ridin' threw your
Hood with my MAC out (Brr, brr, brr)
Your bitch be ridin' me so good
I blow her back out (Ah, ah, ah)
All this damn stressin' and
I'm still finessin' (Still finessin')
Blaw, blaw, keep that Smith and Wesson
(Smith and Wesson)
Glizzy, Glizzy, bitch, yeah
I'm a livin' legend (Glizzy, Glizzy, bitch)
I still haven't learned my lesson
(God damn, God damn, God damn)

Just because you breathing
That don't mean you livin' (Ah)
My lil bro said just because you breathing
That don't mean you livin' (3, 3, 3)
And neighbors seen a lot of killing
Or no drug dealing (No, no)
To niggas kicking it with snitches
What the fuck is this?
(Ah, woah, fuck is this?)
Got all these all these strangers
Up in my business fuck the fame
Can't let it change the way that I’m living
(Goddamn, Goddamn)
Shout out to my fans, they stay down
And I did it (I did it)
Hell nah, that ain't my man, say to them
"I killed him" (I killed him)