Shy Glizzy - Prey For Me lyrics
[Shy Glizzy - Prey For Me lyrics]
(Zaytoven)
Its Glizzy, Glizzy, baby, I'm a trapper, baby
All in your city, stopping traffic, baby
Its Glizzy, Glizzy, baby, I'm a trapper, baby
All in your city, stopping traffic, baby
I fuck all your bitches
No that's not my baby
I'm 'bout that cash money just
Like Slim and Baby
They finally see I'm getting out the hood now
Niggas actin' like it's all good now
I used to steal cars, I got my own now
Play wit' me I bet yo brains get blown out
I am DC, nigga, I run DC
Them rap niggas, they ain't really from DC
They look at me
And they see what they wanna be
I know they plottin' so I keep my gun on me
Nigga, my niggas hittas
They'll come and getcha
You's a ugly actor, boy, Forest Whitaker
I gets lots of cheese, just like a tortilla
My whole gang in cages, I need more gorillas
Niggas talkin' bout killin' me
So I keep my artillery
Run up on Glizzy I'll turn
Yo ass to rotisserie
My bitch dumb like Hilary
But we got a great history
You thinkin' 'bout dissin' me
Send yo ass on delivery
I remember when it wasn't no
Hope for the future
And those ain't my guys, those shooters
Don't let these rappers fool ya
They faker than they jeweler
That Glock salamu alaykum, but that K
He hallelujah
Oh Lord! Prey for me big Glizzy, nigga!
Im goin' in again!
Never been to the White House
Just the house with the white
Play wit' one of my niggas gon
Have to fight fa' ya life
Double G in the hood
Just like roaches and mice
Eating off of one pie
No you can't have a slice
I was coolin' on South Beach
Met a bitch she from Cuba
She a part of the cartel
Say her uncle the ruler
Rob a nigga for his bands and
Spend that shit at the jeweler
Just make sure you mask up
And keep that shit off computers
It was hot dogs and beans
Now it's hunned dollar wings
I had holes in my jeans now
I'm a fucking diesel fiend
Them rap niggas kept on sellin' me dreams
Got my bands up now I'm the
Mark Cuban of this team
I was gon' catch one of them
Come to my city I'm gunnin' em
I hope God punish them before
I kill one of them
All excited, all my youngins and them
Mama like I'm proud of him
Then found out it ain't shit
Thankful I'm not one of them
Thankful I'm not one of them prey for me, aw
Its Glizzy, Glizzy, baby, I'm a trapper, baby
All in your city, stopping traffic, baby
Its Glizzy, Glizzy, baby, I'm a trapper, baby
All in your city, stopping traffic, baby
I fuck all your bitches
No that's not my baby
I'm 'bout that cash money just
Like Slim and Baby
They finally see I'm getting out the hood now
Niggas actin' like it's all good now
I used to steal cars, I got my own now
Play wit' me I bet yo brains get blown out
I am DC, nigga, I run DC
Them rap niggas, they ain't really from DC
They look at me
And they see what they wanna be
I know they plottin' so I keep my gun on me
Nigga, my niggas hittas
They'll come and getcha
You's a ugly actor, boy, Forest Whitaker
I gets lots of cheese, just like a tortilla
My whole gang in cages, I need more gorillas
Niggas talkin' bout killin' me
So I keep my artillery
Run up on Glizzy I'll turn
Yo ass to rotisserie
My bitch dumb like Hilary
But we got a great history
You thinkin' 'bout dissin' me
Send yo ass on delivery
I remember when it wasn't no
Hope for the future
And those ain't my guys, those shooters
Don't let these rappers fool ya
They faker than they jeweler
That Glock salamu alaykum, but that K
He hallelujah
Oh Lord! Prey for me big Glizzy, nigga!
Im goin' in again!
Never been to the White House
Just the house with the white
Play wit' one of my niggas gon
Have to fight fa' ya life
Double G in the hood
Just like roaches and mice
Eating off of one pie
No you can't have a slice
I was coolin' on South Beach
Met a bitch she from Cuba
She a part of the cartel
Say her uncle the ruler
Rob a nigga for his bands and
Spend that shit at the jeweler
Just make sure you mask up
And keep that shit off computers
It was hot dogs and beans
Now it's hunned dollar wings
I had holes in my jeans now
I'm a fucking diesel fiend
Them rap niggas kept on sellin' me dreams
Got my bands up now I'm the
Mark Cuban of this team
I was gon' catch one of them
Come to my city I'm gunnin' em
I hope God punish them before
I kill one of them
All excited, all my youngins and them
Mama like I'm proud of him
Then found out it ain't shit
Thankful I'm not one of them
Thankful I'm not one of them prey for me, aw