[Intro:] Shy Glizzy
Flex upon these n***as time to hit the gym
Hey, woo, woo! High five!

[Chorus:] Shy Glizzy
Glizzy flex upon these n***as time to hit the gym
We been balling on these n***as way above the rim
Imagine a gorilla pour my bits I’m feeling limb
Put your lighters up and turn that bitch to Lil Kim
He look like too much money everybody know that’s him
Dem Ace of Spades coming whole club knows that’s him
Glizzy flex upon these n***as time to hit the gym
We been balling on these n***as way above the rim

[Verse 1:] Shy Glizzy
Real n***a from the start hell yeah what’s up, ahk?
45 on cock Michael Jordan no White Sox
I’m mobbing with my squad bitch we come alive at dark
We pulling up to quad yeah I got the juice like Pac
It’s Glizzy Glizzy baby you know 37 raised me
Claim that shit forever even when I’m in the grave, see
I ball like McGrady
I don’t smoke no grade B
Like the work that choppa I shoulda went to the Navy?
I am flyer than your stylist
Like it then I buy it
GG in your hood yeah it's gonna be a riot
Some n***as can’t go out the hood, I'm taken trips islands
My young n***as get violent, make your bitch fuck my side bitch
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[Verse 2:] 30 Glizzy
We poppin Ace of Space like we won a championship game
GG scored again, just cut net off the rim
Buzza beater 30 yo bitch going home with him
I sip a lot of Ac, it got me thinking I’m a pimp
I done got some lil faith, I turn my bitch to Lil Kim
I been getting so much cake and now Im pullin up European
VVS' I know ya see em , I know you see him
30 30 they wanna be him, you wanna be him
They talk that shit like I don’t see em, wouldn’t wanna be em
I nutted on her face and you gon’ be make that bitch your BM
I talk to Ant Cannon damn near everyday in my DM
The Feds need to gon’ free him

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[Verse 3:] 3 Glizzy
The Devil after me because I won't sell my soul
Keep it on the low I got the thangs for the low
As soon as I walk in the room all them hoes chose
It’s hard to keep your eyes off all this damn gold
She do her fucking thing on that motherfuckin pole
A big fan of my music say she love every song
Your bitch heard Mula and now she calling my phone
Red bottom walking she whipping bricks in a thong
GG fuck a label we gon do this on our own
N***as doing shows for world war say em patron
OG came from Cali you n***as ain’t smoking strong
Got that F & N right on me bet yo ass don’t make it home
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