shy glizzy & glizzy gang – ay ay ay lyrics
[intro: shy glizzy]
(itsnelll on the beat, n+gga)
ooh
[verse 1: shy glizzy]
i grip on that metal, i’m a glizzy gang rebel
i don’t want no fame, that sh+t don’t make me feel special
40 on my waistline and forty on my bezel
i rep that tre+7, yeah, know that’s forever
you know it’s really north end, got ’bout fifty in my cargos
all blue hundreds like i came from wells fargo
double cup the color purple, b+tch, no, i ain’t harpo
hop on the jet with a million cash, b+tch, i feel like ralo
and all that sh+t you doin’ on the internet, that ain’t gangster, though
remember i snaked you for your gat, but that was ages ago
a n+gga play with me once, he in the grave for sure
don’t ask my shooters what they want, just, “what you waitin’ for?”
[chorus: shy glizzy]
“h+llo, how you doin’, sir?” i tell ’em, “mighty fine”
if it ain’t ’bout no money, ain’t got no time
show you how to make a hundred off a three+point+five
’cause i know if i told you, you would probably think i’m lyin’
come and get a chicken from me, know them b+tches fryin’
her ass is ridiculous, i hit it from behind
i put that d+ck inside her and she go, “aye, aye, aye”
i don’t know ’bout your n+ggas, but mine gon’ ride, ride, ride
[verse 2: 3 glizzy]
been playin’ with guns since i was little
don’t need validation, i’m official
n+ggas ain’t k!llers, they shootin’ incidental
i pull up presidential
ridin’ ’round with that [?][1:29], ain’t ridin’ with no pistols
tryna knock somethin’ off, we don’t play around, get with you
i grew a brick in a minute, i auction all these b+tches
new glizzy, the switch in, uh+uh, nah, i don’t f+ck with no snitches
white b+tch got no rhythm, f+ck her, i ain’t even get her digits
i ran up me a ticket, trap goin’ crazy, i’m servin’ up midget
might be too late when they get it, think that’s 12, time to hit it
already know i was gon’ get it, tryna f+ck both of them b+tches
i hit it and quit it, put the b+tch in submission
suck that d+ck, she gifted, already knew she was with it
[chorus: shy glizzy]
“h+llo, how you doin’, sir?” i tell ’em, “mighty fine”
if it ain’t ’bout no money, ain’t got no time
show you how to make a hundred off a three+point+five
’cause i know if i told you, you would probably think i’m lyin’
come and get a chicken from me, know them b+tches fryin’
her ass is ridiculous, i hit it from behind
i put that d+ck inside her and she go, “aye, aye, aye”
i don’t know ’bout your n+ggas, but mine gon’ ride, ride, ride
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