Shy Glizzy - Waikiki Flow lyrics

If they wrap your body up
They ain't gon' remember you
Used to pour the drank up
Had too many minerals
Hop on the jet, might fly to Senegal
Y'all do baguettes, I'ma do the emeralds
All on the islands, nah, I'm not Gilligan
Bad bitch talk loud, must be Dominican
Wrist on ice cube, all about the Benjamins
First they didn't like me
Now they wanna be friends again
Pussy so wet, she soaked my Versace
Gave me more head than she gave me body
Bitch thinkin' she slick 'cause
She fuckin' Lil Yachty
Shout out my nigga, just beat a lil' body
Niggas actin' like Big Meech on the iPad
RIP, niggas gon' type that
Love all my fans even if I don't write back
Ask your favorite rapper where the fuck
He get his stripes at?


Watches don't tick tock
You should see my wrist lock
Bang bang, Glizzy Gang, bitch
I got a big Glock
And I went platinum way before hip-hop
Used to play knick-knock, now I got rich opps
Almost caught me a case but
These niggas be tellin'
I done caught me a wave
Then a nigga start sailin'
Rollin' big Backwoods of that MegaWellness
Ain't good in one hood
These niggas be wellin'
1942, know what she goin' do
Fuck her to some Bad Bunny
We gon' make a porn too
Screaming free Ralo, used to sell dogfood
Please don't make the wrong move
Sic the dog on you
This is an encore, fuck I gotta front for?
Runnin' with some niggas who'll kick
In your front door
Naturally bad, but she love the damn contour
European swag, tell a fuck nigga bonjour
All this swag make a fuck nigga mad
All this swag make a fuck nigga mad
All this swag got me in my bag
Oh, all this swag make a nigga jet lag
Hatin' ass niggas
They ain't blockin' my path
They envy a nigga, they jockin' my swag
I got a 40 cal in a man bag
Forty thou' in my Amiri jeans, bitch
They on sag
I got a bitch look like Meagan Good
When she playin' 'em waist deep, lil' bitch
She a freak i just bought me a coupe
With the trunk in the
Hood and the bitch ain't come with a key
I gotta keep me an ARP in case a fuck
Nigga ever try to run up on me
I was on the corner like Champ
Bailey, tryna pick off every nigga
Tryna get one on me
Fucking on models, Victoria's Secret
Look at my pockets, they on Rikishi
Wake they ass up, boy
I heard they got sleepy
KiKi ain't love me, I'm in Waikiki
On my sneaks, fifteen hundred my feet
And he wasn't worth a body
So I'd rather murk a beat
I done lost a couple of
Mine fuckin' with these streets
But you better bet the other
Side feelin' my grief
These niggas be hurtin'
That hatin' not workin'
Screaming free the gang
They couldn't stop murderin'
I'm fuckin' your bitch
She know that you purpin'
She lovin' my drip, a nigga be surfin'
I ain't goin' outside 'less I
Got a cutter on me
I been the same nigga since they
Took my brother from me
Name your top five, girl
They ain't got nothin' on me
Really could've fucked your main but I
Ain't have a rubber on me

These niggas be hurtin'
That hatin' not workin'
Screaming free the gang
They couldn't stop murderin'
I'm fuckin' your bitch
She know that you purpin'
She lovin' my drip, a nigga be surfin'
I ain't goin' outside 'less I
Got a cutter on me
I ain't been the same nigga since
They took my brother from me
Name your top five, girl
They ain't got nothin' on me
Really could've fucked your main but I
Ain't have a rubber on me
'Member I ain't have a rubber on me? Haha