[Intro: Shy Glizzy]
(JIB)
(Itsnelll on the beat, n***a)
Yeah
Watch your hoes, they linkin' up, boot ’em up
N***as think 'bout snakin' us, okay, let’s shoot 'em up

[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
Fuck them n***as, they be playin', we get a lot of bands
Hop out and we get to sprayin', bitch, we some Taliban
Seen my n***a take the stand, no, that was not the plan
Free my n***a out the slam so we can drive these Lams (Oh)
Watch your hoes, they linkin' up, they want us boot 'em up (Boot up)
N***as thinkin' 'bout snakin’ us, yeah, ’til we shoot 'em up (Oh)
Ain’t got respect for them old n***as, they wasn't schoolin' us (Yeah)
Runnin' away from these gold diggers, they see mе movin’ up (GG)

[Verse 1: Taliban Glizzy]
Uh, thought it was exempt, bitch, we ain't givin' out no passеs (Uh-uh)
Young fooly caught his first body, he said that shit was practice (Young fooly)
I'm ridin' through my city tryna catch an opp in traffic (Grr)
Or posted on that frontline with a fully automatic, yeah
Know how we comin' (Uh)
Won't catch me in DC totin' nothin' less than a hundred (Know that)
New fully ARP, waitin' on Twice to put the drum on (Ayy, Twice)
The king of UPT, I got it tatted on my stomach (Ching-ching)
[Verse 2: Doe Glizzy]
Hop out the whip, first I put it in park (Hop out)
Sucker-ass n***a, we pullin' your cards (We pull his cards)
Love all my bros who was there from the start (I love you)
No OGs, we grew up with no heart (Grew up hard)
Foot on the gas, I ain't lettin' up (I ain't lettin' up)
Give the word to my bitch, she gon' set 'em up (Set 'em up)
Lots of pounds comin' in, this shit addin' up (Yeah)
Get the whole thing off, ain't no baggin' up (Huh?)
And I'm shittin' on n***as, ain't mad enough (I'm shittin')
When you see me, you know that that glizzy tucked (You know it)
Catch one and take a vacation (Huh?)
Five years I wasted, had to have patience (I wasted)
I really come from the basement (I did)
I know they hate it, that money, I save it (They hatin')
Gotta do more to amaze me (You do)
Self-made n***a, this shit feel amazing, bitch

[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
Fuck them n***as, they be playin', we get a lot of bands
Hop out and we get to sprayin', bitch, we some Taliban (Brrt)
Seen my n***a take the stand, no, that was not the plan (Rat)
Free my n***a out the slam so we can drive these Lams (Glizzy Gang)
Watch your hoes, they linkin' up, they want us boot 'em up (Ooh)
N***as thinkin' 'bout snakin' us, yeah, 'til we shoot 'em up (Oh)
Ain't got respect for them old n***as, they wasn't schoolin' us (No, no)
Runnin' away from these gold diggers, they see me movin' up (Young Jefe, holmes)
[Verse 3: Shy Glizzy]
This morning, I woke up, made it happen, took my FN out the mattress (Ooh)
Drop my son at soccer practice, bitch, then I got to trappin' (Yeah)
Only hundred packs or better, naw, we ain't doin' no cappin' (No cap)
Your bitch say I broke her back, yeah, she need a chiropractor (Yeah)
Call up Santana Mars, he got that gas jar (Oh)
One thing about Taliban, he take your ass off (Oh, oh, oh)
You know that I love Lil Doe, yeah, that's my damn dog (Hey, Doe)
You know 3 Murda my lil' bro, bitch, he gon' blast off (Murda, Murda)
Lately, I don't know what done got into me (Oh)
But I just sent my hitters on a killing spree (Oh, oh)
I whip out my dick, piss on my enemies (Goddamn)
Ain't no Hennessy, fuck you (Goddamn), sincerely (Goddamn, goddamn), gang