Shy Glizzy – Waikiki Flow Lyrics

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[Verse]
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 wildin’
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
Ham ass niggas, they ain’t blockin’ my path
They envy a nigga, they jockin’ my swag
I got a .40 cal in the man bag
Forty thousand on merch, what you think they gon’ say?
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 Rakeisha
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, dude ain’t got nothin’ on me
Really could’ve fucked your main but I ain’t have a rubber on me

[Outro]
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, dude 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

Shy Glizzy – Paper Soldiers Lyrics

[Intro: Shy Glizzy]
Yeah, mob
GG for life suckers
30 30, 30 30, yeah

[Verse 1: Shy Glizzy]
Bitches they ain’t shit, yeah, bitches on my dick, yeah
Niggas broke as shit, yeah, I can’t hit a lick, yeah
Check my criminal history, nigga I ain’t never snitched, nope
Ridin’ with that stick, yeah, pussy don’t get hit, yeah
Look at me I’m rich bitch, you might think I’ll make it fire
My niggas really hit shit, nigga GG is the mob
Bitch nigga don’t test me, I might throw your ass a lob
You know they call me Jefe, I can give your ass a job
That nigga was my homie then he turned into an opp
We ran into his homies, shot they ass up with the Glocks
Styrofoam on me, bitch you know I’m sippin’ wop
That trap phone for the junkies and my homies who got locked
30 30 on me, baby I won’t never lie
30, that’s my brodie, know he always got my back
Niggas tryna be Glizzy, they ain’t even got no straps
In competition with me, you ain’t even got them racks

[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
Been swingin’ them choppers like a nigga from the ‘Nolia
Back when I was young my mama told me I’m a soldier
Get that, get that, get that, get that, get that paper soldier
Told me get that, get that, get that, get that, get that paper soldier
Bitch wanna love me and now that I done got a lil bit older
My niggas that’s really with it, you better quit it, I thought I told ya
Better get that, get that, get that, get that, get that paper soldier
Get that, get that, get that, get that, get that paper soldier

[Verse 2: Goo Glizzy]
I been chasing money, bitch I got a hundred stacks
Everybody gotta go, I can’t get my 30 back
Hundred grams takin’ one, watch how quick I bounce back
If you ever cross the mob, ain’t no fuckin’ coming back
I’m a gangster, I’m a soldier, I got sales on Minnesota
I’m really thugging, I can show you
Fuck feelings, my heart frozen
Every time we go and expose you
Don’t act stupid, you know the motive
I just pray and keep it on me
When I pray it’s even on me
You know I’m pistol packin’, shawty get it clappin’ like the ‘Nolia
Ain’t no lackin’, bitch I’m strapped up, every day I’m loaded
He took one of my kind so forever bitch I owe it
The streets or in the jail nigga, I remain a soldier

[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
Been swingin’ them choppers like a nigga from the ‘Nolia
Back when I was young my mama told me I’m a soldier
Get that, get that, get that, get that, get that paper soldier
Told me get that, get that, get that, get that, get that paper soldier
Bitch wanna love me and now that I done got a lil bit older
My niggas that’s really with it, you better quit it, I thought I told ya
Better get that, get that, get that, get that, get that paper soldier
Get that, get that, get that, get that, get that paper soldier

[Verse 3: DF Gizzle]
Bitch I’m in LA, sippin’ Wockhardt with Philly
Smoking big blunts of gelato, boy this high don’t go away
Man they took my dog away, yeah they took my heart away
Homicide on my line, I’ma learn the harder way
Bitch I’m sliding every day, this ain’t slide, no way
Dropping thirty for 30, got ’bout twenty more to spray
Mama say she stressin’ crazy ’bout me, all she do is pray
Ask the lord to forgive me, hope he wash these sins away
‘Cause I been swinging that chopper like a nigga from the ‘Nolia
I been about that action, I know them niggas done told you
See I ain’t here to hold you, this shit really never over
It’s Glizzy Gang bitch, we bring it to you like we owe you, pussy

[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
Been swingin’ them choppers like a nigga from the ‘Nolia
Back when I was young my mama told me I’m a soldier
Get that, get that, get that, get that, get that paper soldier
Told me get that, get that, get that, get that, get that paper soldier
Bitch wanna love me and now that I done got a lil bit older
My niggas that’s really with it, you better quit it, I thought I told ya
Better get that, get that, get that, get that, get that paper soldier
Get that, get that, get that, get that, get that paper soldier

Shy Glizzy – Ride 4 U

[Intro]
Glizzy Gang, bang bang
Young Jefe Holmes
Is they gon’ slide? ya

[Hook]
You keep them niggas right beside of you
How many gon’ ride for you?
How many gon’ ride?
Will they gon’ slide for you
Is somebody gon’ die for you?
Tell me is they gon’ slide girl?
I ain’t going to lie to you
I ain’t really got time for you
But I’m really gon’ ride, yea
Girl I’m gon’ ride for you
I’m really gon’ ride for you
I told my bitch I’m gon’ ride, yea

[Verse 1]
Come on let’s make them hate
Make them pout they face
All I had was faith
I made them ride the wave
I got a bad bitch who say she down to the grave
She such a down bitch I have her with me catching plays
Tell me how is that your shooter and you never seen him shoot?
You posing with your little guns you think that shit look cute
No I don’t be in the loop but of course I get the loot
Every time they think turnt tho we gon’ put that shit on mute hey
Put that shit on mute, hey put that shit on mute
I just made 200 I might go and cop a coupe
If you know you can’t score then throw your dog the alley-oop
37 be my same, Glizzy Gang be my troops

[Hook]
You keep them niggas right beside of you
How many gon’ ride for you?
How many gon’ ride?
Boy they gon’ slide for you
Is somebody gon’ die for you?
Tell me is they gon’ slide girl?
I ain’t going to lie to you
I ain’t really got time for you
But I’m really gon’ ride, yea
Girl I’m gon’ ride for you
I’m really gon’ ride for you
I told my bitch I’m gon’ ride, yea

[Verse 2]
Remember when I went to school, ain’t do shit but my math dawg
I was running mad hard trying to get my bags off
Tuesdays and Thursdays we used to run from mad dog
Guess how many times me and my niggas had to blast off
They play with me I blow they ass off
Bad bitch and her ass soft
She treat me like damn god
Yea they better know that cash talk
Watch me do my cash walk
I ain’t doing no damn talking
No you can’t come over here lil’ hoe
Can’t come over here lil’ hoe
Chilling with my bitch lil’ hoe
And they can’t keep it real no more
They can’t keep it real no more
They can’t come over here no more

[Hook: Shy Glizzy]
You keep them niggas right beside of you
How many gon’ ride for you?
How many gon’ ride?
Boy they gon’ slide for you
Is somebody gon’ die for you?
Tell me is they gon’ slide girl?
I ain’t going to lie to you
I ain’t really got time for you
But I’m really gon’ ride, yea
Girl I’m gon’ ride for you
I’m really gon’ ride for you
I told my bitch I’m gon’ ride, yea