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[Intro: Shy Glizzy]
Yeah
We know who Dope Boy is
It’s a storm coming
Boom boom boom boom boom

[Verse 1: Shy Glizzy]
I’m going hard for it, I had to starve for it
Remember when I ain’t have no money, I had to rob for it
Stood on the block for it, ran from the cops for it
We still be trappin’ out them houses with the cardboard
But don’t be trippin’ over here, no shit is not yours
I heard you saving that lil bitch, better do some time for her
I make her pull up to my condo, go up nine floors
And she gon’ get right to it pronto, my lil fine whore
She asked me what is my cologne, lil bitch that’s Tom Ford
Now let me slam all in that pussy like a backboard
The trap niggas up now, look at the chalkboards
Them cameras how they get you whacked, just get it back boy

[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
Oh why my heart so cold, and why my watch so froze (burr)
Really I don’t know, I did it on my own (Young Jefe)
You see I’m doing numbers, I’m runnin’ out the dungeon
You hear the birds hummin’, where goes the thunder
It’s a storm coming, it’s a storm coming
I got real hundreds, yeah all she want is money
You see we came from nothing, you better get to running
It’s a storm coming, it’s a storm coming

[Outro: Bigga Rankin]
One thing I learned growing up in these streets is that you can’t run from the storm forever. You got to learn to stand up to it. See there is dignity in surviving a storm. You won’t ever walk out of a storm the same person that went in. Glizzy, you have survived every storm that came your way. It’s your time to rain!

[Intro: Shy Glizzy]
Yeah
Goddamnit man
Ayy, Young Jefe holmes
GG shit

[Verse 1: Shy Glizzy]
Twenty-four hours, bitch I’m rolling off a molly
In twenty-four years I never told on nobody
Oh no rap is not my job bitch, I just do it for a hobby
Them is not no rappers, it’s some gangsters in the party
And I never ever ever let these lames get close to me
‘Cause eighty percent of the time they’re never who they’re supposed to be
I rock Gosha on my body, this Rick Owens on my feet
Got a ho from down in Dallas, she rock gold all on her teeth
Oh why you worried, take a seat
Know you nervous, we can see it
We got birds, we got P’s
Bitch you know 30, you know 3
They believe anything they hear so keep your word like a G
Don’t get buried in these streets, better keep your motherfuckin’ heat

[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
I was trappin’, I was trappin’, remember when I didn’t have it
I ain’t plan it, I ain’t plan it, now a nigga living lavish
Girl you the baddest, you the baddest, all them niggas wish they had it
I’m a savage, I’m a savage, make my niggas get to whackin’
I ain’t have none, ain’t have none, they looked at me like a dummy
It ain’t funny, it ain’t funny, I’m that nigga with the money
I got paper, I got power, I get pussy, get respect
You just acting like a hater ’cause you can’t get none of that

[Verse 2: 30 Glizzy]
I’m a trapper, he a lease, Balenciaga to the feet
Got that draco on the seat, let’s meet wherever you want to meet
Bitch I shoot you opps so weak, give you fifty rounds a piece
All I ask don’t tell on me, this for Mar, this for YC
We don’t do no scared business, you know how I’m living
If we start it we gon’ finish, pull up with them semis
Niggas started hating when I turned my name to Glizzy
And bitches really loved me when I pulled up in the Bentley

[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
I was trappin’, I was trappin’, remember when I didn’t have it
I ain’t plan it, I ain’t plan it, now a nigga living lavish
Girl you the baddest, you the baddest, all them niggas wish they had it
I’m a savage, I’m a savage, make my niggas get to whackin’
I ain’t have none, ain’t have none, they looked at me like a dummy
It ain’t funny, it ain’t funny, I’m that nigga with the money
I got paper, I got power, I get pussy, get respect
You just acting like a hater ’cause you can’t get none of that

[Verse 3: 3 Glizzy]
I’m a real G, you be lyin’ through your teeth
Got a hundred shots on me, stay on point, fuck rollin’ deep
Need three thousand for a beat, these two thousand on my feet
Put this chopper to your face and wake you up right out your sleep
Couple thousand on a fur baby it’s cold up in the streets
Diamonds dancing like a freak, I dare a nigga play with me
Used to be broke now look at me, I know these niggas envy me
Bad bitch from Germany, girl let’s go shopping overseas

[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
I was trappin’, I was trappin’, remember when I didn’t have it
I ain’t plan it, I ain’t plan it, now a nigga living lavish
Girl you the baddest, you the baddest, all them niggas wish they had it
I’m a savage, I’m a savage, make my niggas get to whackin’
I ain’t have none, ain’t have none, they looked at me like a dummy
It ain’t funny, it ain’t funny, I’m that nigga with the money
I got paper, I got power, I get pussy, get respect
You just acting like a hater ’cause you can’t get none of that

[Outro]
You just acting like a hater ’cause you can’t get none of that
You just acting like a hater ’cause you can’t get none of that
You just acting like a hater ’cause you can’t get none of that
You just acting like a hater ’cause you can’t get none of that
You just acting like a hater ’cause you can’t get none of that

[Intro]
Out the window
Me and Gizzle with them dracos, that’s not accidental
GG, back on that bullshit

[Verse 1]
Bitch I’m high as fuck, I just left the club
Tried to put it on some niggas but they had some luck
Bitches pullin’ up, smosh go get the truck
Fish a ton up out the thirty, now they gotta duck
Fat dog tried to run it, hangin’ out the windows
Me and Gizzle with them dracos, that’s not accidental
Bitch I’m monumental, and you not fundamental
Stay surrounded by them shooters, Malcom in the Middle
Bitch you like my swag, bitch come hit this dab
You can’t get no cash, better get some ass
They can’t get no money, that’s why these niggas mad
Oof they lookin’ funny, can’t go get my bag
Niggas Loony Toony, bitch my life a movie
DF them my goonies, shoutout to Lil Moony
Said you comin’ for me, you ain’t never do it
Boy you fuckin’ stupid, know I keep that uzi
30 30 30, shoot that bitch like Curry
Now we playin’ dirty, we ain’t never worried
We ain’t never worried, Phil pour up that dirty
Told it’s emergency, niggas gettin’ buried
Patek cost a check, I iced out my neck
Seven figure nigga, how he got the city like that
Take no disrespect, Glizzys on your set (GG)
Boy you better have your dog or they gon’ make a mess

[Interlude]
You was geekin’ too, haha
Bitch I’ll shoot a nigga, Goo talkin’ ’bout, “shoot that nigga dawg!”
“Shoot that nigga!”

[Verse 2]
We the fuckin’ murder team, come and clear the scene
Sorry if we crush your dreams, Martin Luther King
That KelTec it got a beam, do not intervene
Niggas too high off the lean, they lost they self-esteem
I’m head honcho in my city, I’m the fucking king
Niggas ain’t really tryna get busy, what the fuck you mean
I had a semi with a fifty, I was seventeen
Baby come fly high with Glizzy, give you fucking wings
Young street nigga with some money, went and bought some choppers
Young street nigga with some money, I’ll knock off your roster
These niggas can’t wait to drop a dime, they wanna see us locked up
These niggas ain’t really got no time, they some goddamn imposters
You see this bitch with me so fine and she so fuckin’ proper
I flew this bitch all the way to DC just to fuckin’ pop it
Remember you was fighting them niggas out there, I came through and stopped it
Bitch why is you askin’ me about my outfit? you ain’t gon’ fuckin’ cop it
Bitch why is you askin’ me am I out here, you a fuckin’ watcher?
Bitch cover your eyes, you might get blind here, see these fucking watches?
Little boy go get your own gun, this my fucking rocket
Out in LA hittin’ home runs like I’m fucking dodgin’
I don’t think you understand, my niggas super wild
All my niggas they been thugging since a juvenile
Out here for a while, remember when they killed Lil Kow
Forever Tray-7, bitch go ‘head and take a bow

[Outro]
Forever Tray-7, bitch go ‘head and take a bow
Forever Tray-7, bitch forever Tray-7
Bitch forever Tray-7, bitch go ‘head and take a bow
Bitch go ‘head and take a bow

[Intro]
Young Jefe holmes
Get away
Pussy, money, weed
GG lifestyle
Forever ever

[Chorus]
I wanted too much shit, my mama told me get away
I had to hit a lick, you know I had to get away
My gun got two clips but yeah this bitch a throwaway
I just got a new bitch, my old one still be in the way
Get away, get away
Sorry I ain’t tryna argue, no bitch I’ma get away
Get away, get away
I just got a new chopper, that bitch make you get away

[Verse 1]
Yeah it’s ’bout one in the morning and a nigga catching plays
Don’t turn in my condo and this shit look like a maze
Summer time coming, niggas gotta get a Wraith
And if you owe me money they might find you in the lake
Them Glizzys pull up with them, ask you open up your safe
I swear behind this shit, I’m down with GG ’til I’m gray
Meet me at the big house, baby put that shit in waste
We gon’ work this shit out, I’m gon’ watch that ass for days
I wake up, fuck my bitch, then I go out and get paid
Hundred round drum, I bet this bitch knock off your fade
Every million that I get then all my niggas get a raise
Why you salty lil bitch, that could’ve been us but you played

[Chorus]
I wanted too much shit, my mama told me get away
I had to hit a lick, you know I had to get away
My gun got two clips but yeah this bitch a throwaway
I just got a new bitch, my old one still be in the way
Get away, get away
Sorry I ain’t tryna argue, no bitch I’ma get away
Get away, get away
I just got a new chopper, that bitch make you get away

[Verse 2]
Half a million worth of shining, bitch I look like the boat
I remember hard times, I had to cut up some soap
You couldn’t be there for you bro ’cause you was playin’ with your ho
Let’s say a prayer for my son, that’s who I do this shit for
All she need is a real nigga to put her in her place
Baby I’m a robber, can you be my get away?
First time I ever met her swear you should’ve seen her face
She was swaggin’ in her lab and I was trappin’ out my yay
Quarter brick, half a brick, I was choppin’ out my way
Know some niggas filthy rich and they be trappin’ in the Bay
Got this one bitch bad as shit, that thing be clappin’ when I slay
Man these niggas fake as shit so I don’t dap ’em to say hey

[Chorus]
I wanted too much shit, my mama told me get away
I had to hit a lick, you know I had to get away
My gun got two clips but yeah this bitch a throwaway
I just got a new bitch, my old one still be in the way
Get away, get away
Sorry I ain’t tryna argue, no bitch I’ma get away
Get away, get away
I just got a new chopper, that bitch make you get away

[Verse 1]
Well, I got some Coke in my bourbon
Surfin’ the room like Swazye
No, I ain’t drunk, I’m amazin’
Yeah, I got that laid way, way back, back in my swagger
X-Factor, feelin’ no pain, I’m at the top of my game

[Pre-Chorus]
Darlin’, you can’t crash my party with your sorry’s and what are we’s
Don’t start rainin’ on my Mardi Gras parade for a minute
I ain’t even fixin’ to listen to your guilt trippin’
You’re forgettin’, girl, you made your bed and didn’t want me in it (Hey!)

[Chorus]
Whoa, girl, simmer on down a notch
Ain’t nobody makin’ you watch me get my forget you on
No, girl, can’t touch my good as gold
I know it’s difficult to see me on a roll
But hey, you broke up with me
Yeah, what can I say, babe, you broke up with me

[Verse 2]
Guess you don’t know what you want
‘Til you see ’em movin’ on
Making lonely look like freedom
Baby, don’t even act like I’m doing something wrong
If my song comes on and I get lost on that dance floor
In somebody’s arms that ain’t yours

[Pre-Chorus]
You can’t crash my party with your sorry’s and what are we’s
Don’t start raining on my Mardi Gras parade for a minute
I ain’t even fixin’ to listen to your guilt trippin’
You’re forgettin’, girl, you made your bed and didn’t want me in it (Hey!)

[Chorus]
Whoa, girl, simmer on down a notch
Ain’t nobody makin’ you watch me get my forget you on
No, girl, can’t touch my good as gold
I know it’s difficult to see me on a roll
But hey, you broke up with me
Yeah, what can I say, babe, you broke up with me

[Bridge]
For real, babe, ain’t tryin’ to rub it your face
I’m just breakin’ off a little cold hard truth
It is what it is, girl, you did whatcha did, girl
I’m just doin’ what a bachelor do

[Pre-Chorus]
Darlin’, you can’t crash my party with your sorry’s and what are we’s
Don’t be raining on my Mardi Gras parade for a minute
I ain’t even fixin’ to listen to your guilt trippin’
You’re forgettin’, girl, you made your bed and didn’t want me in it (Hey!)

[Chorus]
Whoa, girl, simmer on down a notch
Ain’t nobody makin’ you watch me get my forget you on
No, girl, can’t touch my good as gold
I know it’s difficult to see me on a roll
But hey, you broke up with me
Yeah, what can I say, babe, you broke up with me

You broke up with me
Yeah, what can I say, babe?
You broke up with me