Shy Glizzy - Live Up To the Hype lyrics
[Shy Glizzy - Live Up To the Hype lyrics]
Uh bNYX
Young Jefe, Holmes, yeah
Grab that pistol tight
Same shit different night
These streets'll take your life, yeah
That's what we livin' like
That booty super soft
That thing be sitting high
I had to cut her off
Because I wasn't feelin' right and no
I never been the type to live up to the hype
I promise
Long as they print money I'ma be alright
And no
I never been the type to live up to the hype
Yeah, I'm just talkin' all this G shit
I ain't have to write
Okay, Glock on 2Pac and pockets on Biggie
Send them hittas to your block and
They gone drop a buck fifty
Fuck you mean, you ain't heard of me
Bitch, it's Glizzy Glizzy
Yeah, you remember you was swervin' me
Now bitch show me your titties
Had to fast forward to a badder bitch
Stamps on my passport
Places you ain't never been
Check my watch, that's a skeleton
Go ask the block, I'm a veteran
Vete-Mahns… you call it Vetements
Girl, you irrelevant
I want the better friend
Anthony Davis in the paint
Fly like a pelican i drink my medicine
Yeah, I'm so elegant
Grab that pistol tight
Same shit different night
These streets'll take your life, yeah
That's what we livin' like
That booty super soft
That thing be sitting high
I had to cut her off
Because I wasn't feelin' right and no
I never been the type to live up to the hype
I promise
Long as they print money I'ma be alright
And no
I never been the type to live up to the hype
Yeah, I'm just talkin' all this G shit
I ain't have to write
Uh, oh, here I go
They tryna front like they ain't know
Your favorite rapper, he a hoe
Yeah, I'm a trapper, that's 'til I go
I'm with your bitch, yeah that's my hoe
I'm sending hit's, from up the road
I never told, won't sell my soul
Nigga, is you with the shit
Promise me you'll never fold
Remember I went in his spot and
Brung a half a brick back
Then I had to click-clack cause
Niggas be on get back
We was in a kickback, listening to Dipset
A nigga had to get rack
I ain't with the chit-chat
Grab that pistol tight
Same shit different night
These streets'll take your life, yeah
That's what we livin' like
That booty super soft
That thing be sitting high
I had to cut her off
Because I wasn't feelin' right and no
I never been the type to live up to the hype
I promise
Long as they print money I'ma be alright
And no
I never been the type to live up to the hype
Yeah, I'm just talkin' all this G shit
I ain't have to write
Young Jefe, Holmes, yeah
Grab that pistol tight
Same shit different night
These streets'll take your life, yeah
That's what we livin' like
That booty super soft
That thing be sitting high
I had to cut her off
Because I wasn't feelin' right and no
I never been the type to live up to the hype
I promise
Long as they print money I'ma be alright
And no
I never been the type to live up to the hype
Yeah, I'm just talkin' all this G shit
I ain't have to write
Okay, Glock on 2Pac and pockets on Biggie
Send them hittas to your block and
They gone drop a buck fifty
Fuck you mean, you ain't heard of me
Bitch, it's Glizzy Glizzy
Yeah, you remember you was swervin' me
Now bitch show me your titties
Had to fast forward to a badder bitch
Stamps on my passport
Places you ain't never been
Check my watch, that's a skeleton
Go ask the block, I'm a veteran
Vete-Mahns… you call it Vetements
Girl, you irrelevant
I want the better friend
Anthony Davis in the paint
Fly like a pelican i drink my medicine
Yeah, I'm so elegant
Grab that pistol tight
Same shit different night
These streets'll take your life, yeah
That's what we livin' like
That booty super soft
That thing be sitting high
I had to cut her off
Because I wasn't feelin' right and no
I never been the type to live up to the hype
I promise
Long as they print money I'ma be alright
And no
I never been the type to live up to the hype
Yeah, I'm just talkin' all this G shit
I ain't have to write
Uh, oh, here I go
They tryna front like they ain't know
Your favorite rapper, he a hoe
Yeah, I'm a trapper, that's 'til I go
I'm with your bitch, yeah that's my hoe
I'm sending hit's, from up the road
I never told, won't sell my soul
Nigga, is you with the shit
Promise me you'll never fold
Remember I went in his spot and
Brung a half a brick back
Then I had to click-clack cause
Niggas be on get back
We was in a kickback, listening to Dipset
A nigga had to get rack
I ain't with the chit-chat
Grab that pistol tight
Same shit different night
These streets'll take your life, yeah
That's what we livin' like
That booty super soft
That thing be sitting high
I had to cut her off
Because I wasn't feelin' right and no
I never been the type to live up to the hype
I promise
Long as they print money I'ma be alright
And no
I never been the type to live up to the hype
Yeah, I'm just talkin' all this G shit
I ain't have to write