Shy Glizzy - No Sleep lyrics
[Shy Glizzy - No Sleep lyrics]
Ah, Zay, Jefe lets do it, trap back, yes
Look, look
I ain't been to sleep (Ah)
I hit the trap this morning (Good morning)
Same shit from yesterday
(Trap) , all Saint Laurent (Trap)
Last night I got the head
From two bad foreigns (Ah, ah)
I told her if she boring
She can't get in my foreign (No, no)
Who he think he is? Bitch
I think I'm that nigga (yeah)
Stunting on these haters they a
Bunch of mad niggas (I'm stuntin' on 'em)
Glizzy 'bout the paper, yeah, I got the bags
Nigga (Big Glizzy)
And I got them lasers, we play laser tag
Nigga (Brrrr)
Fuck the red carpet, hoping up the helicopter
(Brrrr) got the Glizzy Gang with me, boy
We got them fucking yoppers (Bang, bang)
Im the new Nino Brown, yeah
I worked at fucking Carter (yeah)
How I'm gonna be like my poppa?
I don't even know my poppa
Jefe got the power
Fuck a new bitch every hour
Eat that bitch right out the shower
Then I leave that hoe some flowers (Ah)
Me and Gotti at the highway, got that rocket
Dwight Howard (Blaw)
I will blast on any coward
Please done make me shoot the plot up
I be standing on the yola, let them through
They'll know
I got shooters, they will blow, Triple O
Bitch think I'm close
(Blew, blew, blew, blew)
3 might shoot at your nose
I done trapped out all my clothes (Ah)
What they is, I don't know know
I be selling all these hoes (Ah)
I got pizzas, Domino's, tell the plug
Vamanos (Ah)
Better keep them for the low, or I'm gone
Adios (Ah)
I'm so paid in full, I'm balling
Might create my own sporty (Swish)
Im so fucking awesome
You can call me Mr awesome (Ah, ah, ah)
I ain't been to sleep (Ah)
I hit the trap this morning (Good morning)
Same shit from yesterday
(Trap) , all Saint Laurent (Trap)
Last night I got the head
From two bad foreigns (Ah, ah)
I told her if she boring
She can't get in my foreign (No, no)
Who he think he is? Bitch
I think I'm that nigga (yeah)
Stunting on these haters they a
Bunch of mad niggas (I'm stuntin' on 'em)
Glizzy 'bout the paper, yeah, I got the bags
Nigga (Big Glizzy)
And I got them lasers, we play laser tag
Nigga (Brrrr)
I was gon' get a Benz
'til I see the four door Six
Bitch, she givin' in
She ain't tryna take no more dick (Ah)
Ay, I got the whole kit, brr, brr, oh shit
(brrr) niggas better run quick 'cause
Glizzy Gang involved, shit
Me and you ain't eating, nigga
You watch Belly (Belly)
You can tell him he ain't got a Guwop Belly
(Free Guwop)
New watch, Rollie, got a bust down bezel
(Rollie) move me in the White House
This a motherfuckin' Presi (Ah)
Boss, boy that mean you gotta feed your dawgs
(The dawgs) if you be with Glizzy
Then you gotta shoot your dog (Dog food)
She said let him hit the strong
But it's hittin' too hard (Ah)
Six Brazillians in their thongs
Runnin' 'round in the loft (Hey)
Life of a dope boy, bitch
I'm still a dope boy (yeah)
I'm a real dope boy, I used to be a poor boy
(yeah)
Ten K for a house, boy, twenty for a show
Boy (Twenty)
And I'm independent, whatever
Youngin' you know, boy
(Boy, boy)
Street's hottest youngin'
Hottest young nigga in this shit
Ay, Zay, what the fuck you do, my nigga
We gon' keep doing this shit
Thats what real niggas supposed to do
Free Gucci young Jefe, holmes
Ah, ah, ah
Look, look
I ain't been to sleep (Ah)
I hit the trap this morning (Good morning)
Same shit from yesterday
(Trap) , all Saint Laurent (Trap)
Last night I got the head
From two bad foreigns (Ah, ah)
I told her if she boring
She can't get in my foreign (No, no)
Who he think he is? Bitch
I think I'm that nigga (yeah)
Stunting on these haters they a
Bunch of mad niggas (I'm stuntin' on 'em)
Glizzy 'bout the paper, yeah, I got the bags
Nigga (Big Glizzy)
And I got them lasers, we play laser tag
Nigga (Brrrr)
Fuck the red carpet, hoping up the helicopter
(Brrrr) got the Glizzy Gang with me, boy
We got them fucking yoppers (Bang, bang)
Im the new Nino Brown, yeah
I worked at fucking Carter (yeah)
How I'm gonna be like my poppa?
I don't even know my poppa
Jefe got the power
Fuck a new bitch every hour
Eat that bitch right out the shower
Then I leave that hoe some flowers (Ah)
Me and Gotti at the highway, got that rocket
Dwight Howard (Blaw)
I will blast on any coward
Please done make me shoot the plot up
I be standing on the yola, let them through
They'll know
I got shooters, they will blow, Triple O
Bitch think I'm close
(Blew, blew, blew, blew)
3 might shoot at your nose
I done trapped out all my clothes (Ah)
What they is, I don't know know
I be selling all these hoes (Ah)
I got pizzas, Domino's, tell the plug
Vamanos (Ah)
Better keep them for the low, or I'm gone
Adios (Ah)
I'm so paid in full, I'm balling
Might create my own sporty (Swish)
Im so fucking awesome
You can call me Mr awesome (Ah, ah, ah)
I ain't been to sleep (Ah)
I hit the trap this morning (Good morning)
Same shit from yesterday
(Trap) , all Saint Laurent (Trap)
Last night I got the head
From two bad foreigns (Ah, ah)
I told her if she boring
She can't get in my foreign (No, no)
Who he think he is? Bitch
I think I'm that nigga (yeah)
Stunting on these haters they a
Bunch of mad niggas (I'm stuntin' on 'em)
Glizzy 'bout the paper, yeah, I got the bags
Nigga (Big Glizzy)
And I got them lasers, we play laser tag
Nigga (Brrrr)
I was gon' get a Benz
'til I see the four door Six
Bitch, she givin' in
She ain't tryna take no more dick (Ah)
Ay, I got the whole kit, brr, brr, oh shit
(brrr) niggas better run quick 'cause
Glizzy Gang involved, shit
Me and you ain't eating, nigga
You watch Belly (Belly)
You can tell him he ain't got a Guwop Belly
(Free Guwop)
New watch, Rollie, got a bust down bezel
(Rollie) move me in the White House
This a motherfuckin' Presi (Ah)
Boss, boy that mean you gotta feed your dawgs
(The dawgs) if you be with Glizzy
Then you gotta shoot your dog (Dog food)
She said let him hit the strong
But it's hittin' too hard (Ah)
Six Brazillians in their thongs
Runnin' 'round in the loft (Hey)
Life of a dope boy, bitch
I'm still a dope boy (yeah)
I'm a real dope boy, I used to be a poor boy
(yeah)
Ten K for a house, boy, twenty for a show
Boy (Twenty)
And I'm independent, whatever
Youngin' you know, boy
(Boy, boy)
Street's hottest youngin'
Hottest young nigga in this shit
Ay, Zay, what the fuck you do, my nigga
We gon' keep doing this shit
Thats what real niggas supposed to do
Free Gucci young Jefe, holmes
Ah, ah, ah