shy glizzy - live up to the hype lyrics
[intro]
uh
bnyx
young jefe, holmes, yeah
[chorus]
grab that pistol tight, same sh-t different night
these streets’ll take your life, yeah, that’s what we livin’ like
that booty super soft, that thing be sitting high
i had to cut her off because i wasn’t feelin’ right
and no, i never been the type to live up to the hype
i promise, long as they print money i’ma be alright
and no, i never been the type to live up to the hype
yeah, i’m just talkin’ all this g sh-t, i ain’t have to write
[verse]
okay, glock on 2pac and pockets on biggie
send them hittas to your block and they gone drop a buck fifty
f-ck you mean, you ain’t heard of me
b-tch it’s glizzy glizzy
yeah, you remember you was swervin’ me
now b-tch show me your t-tties
had to fast forward to a badder b-tch
stamps on my p-ssport, places you ain’t never been
check my watch, that’s a skeleton
go ask the block, i’m a veteran
vete-mahns… you call it vetements
girl, you irrelevant
i want the better friend
anthony davis in the paint, fly like a pelican
i drink my medicine
yeah, i’m so elegant
[chorus]
grab that pistol tight, same sh-t different night
these streets’ll take your life, yeah, that’s what we livin’ like
that booty super soft, that thing be sitting high
i had to cut her off because i wasn’t feelin’ right
and no, i never been the type to live up to the hype
i promise, long as they print money i’ma be alright
and no, i never been the type to live up to the hype
yeah, i’m just talkin’ all this g sh-t, i ain’t have to write
[verse 2]
uh, oh, here i go
they tryna front like they ain’t know
your favorite rapper, he a hoe
yeah, i’m a trapper, that’s ’til i go
i’m with your b-tch, yeah that’s my hoe
i’m sending hits, from up the road
i never told, won’t sell my soul
n-gga, is you with the sh-t, promise me you’ll never fold
remember i went in his spot and brung a half a brick back
then i had to cl!ck-clack cause n-ggas be on get back
we was in a kickback, listening to dipset
a n-gga had to get rack, i ain’t with the chit-chat
[chorus]
grab that pistol tight, same sh-t different night
these streets’ll take your life, yeah, that’s what we livin’ like
that booty super soft, that thing be sitting high
i had to cut her off because i wasn’t feelin’ right
and no, i never been the type to live up to the hype
i promise, long as they print money i’ma be alright
and no, i never been the type to live up to the hype
yeah, i’m just talkin’ all this g sh-t, i ain’t have to write
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