Shy Glizzy, Glizzy Gang, 3 Glizzy - Ay Ay Ay lyrics
[Shy Glizzy, Glizzy Gang, 3 Glizzy - Ay Ay Ay lyrics]
(Itsnelll on the beat, nigga) ooh
I grip on that metal, I'm a Glizzy Gang rebel
I don't want no fame
That shit 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, bitch, no
I ain't Harpo
Hop on the jet with a million cash, bitch
I feel like Ralo
And all that shit you doin' on
The internet, that ain't gangster, though
Remember I snaked you for your gat
But that was ages ago
A nigga play with me once
He in the grave for sure
Don't ask my shooters what they want, just
"What you waitin' for?"
"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 bitches 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 niggas
But mine gon' ride, ride, ride
Been playin' with guns since I was little
Don't need validation, I'm official
Niggas ain't killers
They shootin' incidental
I pull up presidential
Tryna knock somethin' off, we
Don't play around, get with you
I grew a brick in a minute
I auction all these bitches
New glizzy, the switch in, uh uh, nah
I don't fuck with no snitches
White bitch got no rhythm, fuck her
I ain't even get her digit's
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 fuck both of them bitches
I hit it and quit it
Put the bitch in submission
Suck that dick, she gifted
Already knew she was with it
"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 bitches 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 niggas
But mine gon' ride, ride, ride
I grip on that metal, I'm a Glizzy Gang rebel
I don't want no fame
That shit 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, bitch, no
I ain't Harpo
Hop on the jet with a million cash, bitch
I feel like Ralo
And all that shit you doin' on
The internet, that ain't gangster, though
Remember I snaked you for your gat
But that was ages ago
A nigga play with me once
He in the grave for sure
Don't ask my shooters what they want, just
"What you waitin' for?"
"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 bitches 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 niggas
But mine gon' ride, ride, ride
Been playin' with guns since I was little
Don't need validation, I'm official
Niggas ain't killers
They shootin' incidental
I pull up presidential
Tryna knock somethin' off, we
Don't play around, get with you
I grew a brick in a minute
I auction all these bitches
New glizzy, the switch in, uh uh, nah
I don't fuck with no snitches
White bitch got no rhythm, fuck her
I ain't even get her digit's
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 fuck both of them bitches
I hit it and quit it
Put the bitch in submission
Suck that dick, she gifted
Already knew she was with it
"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 bitches 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 niggas
But mine gon' ride, ride, ride