870glizzy — Fuck Shit

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Yeah, yeah
Close this fuckin’ door
Sippin’ on that nice Powerade
You feel me?
Yeah
Had to bring the mic out
Move, nigga

I was in detention
Bad relations with my teachers
Ion participate, I sat my ass right on the bleachers
Arkansas, baby
Glizzy blasting through your speaker
They say I’m a demon
But I feel more like a creature

Aye, I can’t feel my face no more
That Wockhardt got me stuck
Ride around wit’ the gang
And poles like 4 deep in that truck
Let that boy pull up
I’m smokin’ shit, I’m down to spark it up
Aye, you can hit a target
But you cannot hit my cup, gang
Let that boy run up
I’m blowing his brains out
Aye, they screamin’ «Gang, gang, gang, gang»
We finna pull up, see what they gang thought
Aye, we pull up, they ain’t got no bangers out
Must’ve fuck ’round, left ’em in the house
But all on they live they talkin’ ’bout shootin’ it out
Yet when we pull up they pull they cameras out
Ain’t for the bullshit
They just be talkin’ but don’t ever do it (That’s true)
All of that talkin’ is stupid
If you don’t do it, my cool, I’ma lose it

Woah, sorry, I got a lil’ upset
They wanna know if I’m up yet
Told ’em don’t worry ’bout me (Don’t worry now)
When I blow up, bitch, I’m taggin’ the team
I want money, money, money
I ain’t come here for the fuck shit
I don’t like to party
You won’t catch me at yo’ function
Shorty got that neck, neck, neck, neck
Hit me wit’ some suction
Told them pussies Ion give a fuck bout yo’ assumptions
Aye, fuck what you heard and fuck what they talkin’ ’bout
He on the curb, my Nikes’ll stomp ’em out
Say the wrong word might get you smoked
I’m from the A where we get to the dough
Won’t let us in so I’m kickin’ the door
I got me some bands but I need me some more
I got me a chop, like a fan it’s gon’ blow
Don’t got it on me, I prolly won’t go
Oh, woah, bitch, I’m drippin’ hard
Got a Leek like 120
If its twelve on one
I up the blick, I’m blowin’ one, yeah
Came down to it
It’s me or him and I ain’t goin’
Blick gone chop them niggas down like I was mowin’

I don’t wanna fuck with you
Nigga fuck you
Switched up on the gang so many times
Ion know what’s up wit’ you

I want money, money, money
I ain’t come here for the fuck shit

I don’t like to party
You won’t catch me at yo’ function

Shorty got that neck, neck, neck, neck
Hit me wit’ some suction
Told them pussies Ion give a fuck bout yo’ assumptions