Lil 2z, Quin NFN - Glizzy lyrics
Lil 2z [Angelo Zimmerie] Dallas, U.S.
Quinlan Sharif McAfee
[Lil 2z, Quin NFN - Glizzy lyrics]
We grew up 'round Glizzy's, FN's
Five-sevens and Rugers (Huh)
Drizzy's, blackouts, Tec's and many Uzi's
(Huh, okay)
I could see everything he ate today
They left him with his stomach out (Haha ha)
The only reason them other niggas ain't die
'cause they ain't poppin' out (Real pussy)
We grew up 'round Glizzy's, FN's
Five-seven's and Rugers (Huh)
Drizzy's, blackouts, Tec's and many Uzi's
(Huh, okay)
I could see everything he ate today
They left him with his stomach out (Okay)
The only reason them other niggas ain't die
'cause they ain't poppin' out
These niggas ain't poppin' out
They on Instagram makin' trillers (Haha ha)
Niggas ain't never sent a shot
But on Instagram they are killer
(What the fuck)
Niggas be hidin' behind a fat bitch
They should've died when it hit her
(Haha ha)
Put two holes in one of you niggas
Leave a nigga lookin' like scissors
(Bow, bow, bow) this shit like Legos
We knock blocks off and then we skrrt off
Can't find him, fuck it
Where is his grandma, gon' pop her skirt off
(Bow, bow)
Grew up 'round Glizzy's, not no hot dogs
They grill your top off (Haha ha)
I catch a Insta' nigga in real life
I make him log off
We grew up 'round Glizzy's, FN's
Five-seven's and Rugers (Huh)
Drizzy's, blackouts, Tec's and many Uzi's
(Huh, okay)
I could see everything he ate today
They left him with his stomach out (Haha ha)
The only reason them other niggas ain't die
'cause they ain't poppin' out
We got Draco's
We got Glizzy's with switches
To give him hell (Bow, bow, bow, bow)
She won't fuck you
'cause yo' patna and patna gon' kiss and tell
This macaronni hit his noodle
Know my shooter give him shells
Make a dis, we in your bushes
With this shit like we Ezal, nigga
(Bitch) low-key, I'm big worm
'cause I pull up 'bout a zipper two (Yah)
Bougie hoe, I bought her Christian Lou's
For her new tennis shoes
You's a bitch for batin', bring my rod
I'm tryna fish with you (Let's go fishin')
I've been set on lowes for hours
Sour smell like pickle juice (Yah)
We grew up 'round Glizzy's, FN's
Five-seven's and Rugers (Huh)
Drizzy's, blackouts, Tec's and many Uzi's
(Huh) i could see everything he ate today
They left him with his stomach out
The only reason them other niggas ain't die
'cause they ain't poppin' out
Five-sevens and Rugers (Huh)
Drizzy's, blackouts, Tec's and many Uzi's
(Huh, okay)
I could see everything he ate today
They left him with his stomach out (Haha ha)
The only reason them other niggas ain't die
'cause they ain't poppin' out (Real pussy)
We grew up 'round Glizzy's, FN's
Five-seven's and Rugers (Huh)
Drizzy's, blackouts, Tec's and many Uzi's
(Huh, okay)
I could see everything he ate today
They left him with his stomach out (Okay)
The only reason them other niggas ain't die
'cause they ain't poppin' out
These niggas ain't poppin' out
They on Instagram makin' trillers (Haha ha)
Niggas ain't never sent a shot
But on Instagram they are killer
(What the fuck)
Niggas be hidin' behind a fat bitch
They should've died when it hit her
(Haha ha)
Put two holes in one of you niggas
Leave a nigga lookin' like scissors
(Bow, bow, bow) this shit like Legos
We knock blocks off and then we skrrt off
Can't find him, fuck it
Where is his grandma, gon' pop her skirt off
(Bow, bow)
Grew up 'round Glizzy's, not no hot dogs
They grill your top off (Haha ha)
I catch a Insta' nigga in real life
I make him log off
We grew up 'round Glizzy's, FN's
Five-seven's and Rugers (Huh)
Drizzy's, blackouts, Tec's and many Uzi's
(Huh, okay)
I could see everything he ate today
They left him with his stomach out (Haha ha)
The only reason them other niggas ain't die
'cause they ain't poppin' out
We got Draco's
We got Glizzy's with switches
To give him hell (Bow, bow, bow, bow)
She won't fuck you
'cause yo' patna and patna gon' kiss and tell
This macaronni hit his noodle
Know my shooter give him shells
Make a dis, we in your bushes
With this shit like we Ezal, nigga
(Bitch) low-key, I'm big worm
'cause I pull up 'bout a zipper two (Yah)
Bougie hoe, I bought her Christian Lou's
For her new tennis shoes
You's a bitch for batin', bring my rod
I'm tryna fish with you (Let's go fishin')
I've been set on lowes for hours
Sour smell like pickle juice (Yah)
We grew up 'round Glizzy's, FN's
Five-seven's and Rugers (Huh)
Drizzy's, blackouts, Tec's and many Uzi's
(Huh) i could see everything he ate today
They left him with his stomach out
The only reason them other niggas ain't die
'cause they ain't poppin' out