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Shy Glizzy

Old Friends, New Opps

 

Old Friends, New Opps

(album: Flowers - 2023)


(Itsnelll on the beat, nigga)
Yeah

Get that hate up out your heart and make the love a lil' bigger
Niggas dying left to right, I keep my finger on the trigger
And you know shit out here ugly when your friend might be your killer
'Cause once upon a time, the opps, they used to be my niggas
Remember, I got that .38, it made me feel so special
As soon as I got that glizzy, I start taking niggas' cheddar
And don't send me no message 'less a nigga want some pressure
These niggas out here telling, man, these niggas out here jealous

Thirty-three shots, a nigga smoking Biscotti
Glizzy pull a Maybach, yeah, this the big body
And I'm with my driver, most likely gotta be a slide
She just like my opps, these niggas be dick riding
Pockets full of hundreds, baby, tell me what you want (What you want)
Brand new Escalade, a hundred bags up in the trunk
Niggas say a lot of things, but they don't wanna run (Wanna run)
When them shooters came, I heard you turned to Forrest Gump
And the way I stunt, I know these niggas can't stand me
Rich ass nigga, I done went and got a nanny
Remincising 'bout watching Wheel of Fortune with my granny
And we used to keep a couple chickens in the pantry (Ayy)

Get that hate up out your heart and make the love a lil' bigger
Niggas dying left to right, I keep my finger on the trigger
And you know shit out here ugly when your friend might be your killer
'Cause once upon a time, the opps, they used to be my niggas
Remember, I got that .38, it made me feel so special
As soon as I got that glizzy, I start taking niggas' cheddar
And don't send me no message 'less a nigga want some pressure
These niggas out here telling, man, these niggas out here jealous

I made this second verse for all them boys who envious
And I'ma say something that's gon' make they ass remember this
I don't really like rappers 'cause they like to pretend and shit
I gave my dawg the job then I know that he gon' finish it
Nah, they don't know my pain, I was posted on the block
I had to catch that train with my motherfucking Glock
Wasn't down to the end, but I can tell that from the start
It was a rocky mountain, but we made it to the top
I got killers, for real
I'll make 'em get at you
These guys wanted to be like me since middle school
They want my swag
They want my bitches too
I don't know how that feel but I imagine that it's pitiful (Ah)

Get that hate up out your heart and make the love a lil' bigger
Niggas dying left to right, I keep my finger on the trigger
And you know shit out here ugly when your friend might be your killer
'Cause once upon a time, the opps, they used to be my niggas
Remember, I got that .38, it made me feel so special
As soon as I got that glizzy, I start taking niggas' cheddar
And don't send me no message 'less a nigga want some pressure
These niggas out here telling, man, these niggas out here jealous

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