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Shy Glizzy

Situations

 

Situations

(album: Young Jefe 3 - 2020)


(Ayo, Bans, what you cookin'?)
(Goddamn, BJ with another one)

Just talked to God after cashing out with Satan
Same block, just a different situation
I know they said I would be nothing, but I'm greatness
I thought my life would be a grave or some cages
'Cause we grew up on shots fired, drive by's, cops out, oh
We ride around with two K's we just tryna stay live
Young Jefe Holmes

We might slide down an opp's block
I bet that AR pistol make your body rock
They knew it was me because some bodies dropped
They knew it was me 'cause the damn Audemar watch, yeah
Know that I'm going through this damn pain
All alone, and the [?] by my mansion go insane
Six shots, but it only took one to bust your brain
All my bitches stunt, so I'm tryna pick one that I can train
I had to cut my cousin off because he started to envy
Bitch I went from a G to a champ like Mr. Bentley
And they don't fuck with Glizzy 'cause they say I ain't too friendly
My shooter, he a butler, so I like to call him Jimmy

Every time I'm in the mall, I be cashing out
I couldn't slow up for no job, I took the faster route
Every time that it was murder, we ain't never seen shit
Every time we seen the opps, it was murder scenes, shit
Pool party for my neck and wrist
Niggas shot that I can't forget
Homicide trees, call that the kill switch
Came from the gutter, I think that is a privledge

Just talked to God after cashing out with Satan
Same block, just a different situation
I know they said I would be nothing, but I'm greatness
I thought my life would be a grave or some cages
'Cause we grew up on shots fired, drive by's, cops out, oh
We ride around with two K's we just tryna stay live, oh

Ah
Ayo, Bans, what you cookin'?

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