Shy Glizzy, Lil Mouse - John Wall lyrics

Young Chop on the beat young Jefe, holmes
Chopsquad uhh

Hundred thousand up in my wall (Racks)
Fuck I look like signin'? Let me sign y'all
(Big Glizzy, nigga)
Bitch I know you better answer
When the don call (What, what)
Or I'ma hit my second bitch like John Wall
(Oh) john Wall (Oh, oh) , John Wall (Oh)
I'm ballin' on these niggas
Like I'm John Wall (Swish)
John Wall (Oh, oh) , John Wall (Oh, oh)
I keep me two pistols, call me John Wall
(O oh)

All these niggas stallers, I'm a damn baller
(I'm a baller)
Big Glizzy, baby, I'm a shot caller
(Glizzy, bang) all my niggas look like they
Just left from Bal' Harbor (God damn)
And your niggas look like they
Just left the beauty parlor
(God damn, God damn)
It don't cost a fuckin' cent to keep it real
(No) shit don't make no sense
These niggas ain't street for real (Ah)
Young boy you so ill
Shoot your ass like Beal (Bang)
Glizzy Gang no chill, better keep your steel
(GG) i'm not committed, I got two bitches
(Two of 'em)
I got a couple send me nude pictures
(They send me nude pictures)
They say don't no nigga kick it
The way you kick it (I kick it)
I think I might hop in the shoe business (Ah)

Hundred thousand up in my wall (Racks)
Fuck I look like signin'? Let me sign y'all
(Big Glizzy, nigga)
Bitch I know you better answer
When the don call (What, what)
Or I'ma hit my second bitch like John Wall
(Oh) john Wall (Oh, oh) , John Wall (Oh)
I'm ballin' on these niggas
Like I'm John Wall (Swish)
Mouse, lets get it
John Wall (Oh, oh) , John Wall (Oh, oh)
I keep me two pistols, call me John Wall
(O oh)

Fuck I look like signin'? Let me sign y'all
(Let me sign y'all)
All these diamonds in my chain
I just might blind y'all (Bling)
I keep two shooters with me
Call me John Wall (Boom, boom, boom)
You wanna act
He grab that MAC and he gon' blam y'all
(Grrat)
Magic Johnson in that clip but he let 9 off
(Swish) all these shooters on my roster
Shoot like John Wall (Boom, boom, boom)
Me and Glizzy in that 'Rari with the top off
(Foreign) stephen Curry and that Glock 4
Shoot your top off (Swish)
I got a hundred Franklins in my Balmain
(Bands) in my hood
Them shorties shootin' like a gun range
Niggas runnin'
Hoppin' gates when them guns aim (Lets go)
Ridin' 'round, blowin' gas, call it propane
(Go)

Hundred thousand up in my wall (Racks)
Fuck I look like signin'? Let me sign y'all
(Big Glizzy, nigga)
Bitch I know you better answer
When the don call (What, what)
Or I'ma hit my second bitch like John Wall
(Oh) john Wall (Oh, oh) , John Wall (Oh)
I'm ballin' on these niggas
Like I'm John Wall (Swish)
John Wall (Oh, oh) , John Wall (Oh, oh)
I keep me two pistols, call me John Wall
(O oh)