gimme a hit
Singer:shy glizzy
man y'all know i been doin' this shit for a minute
i feel like they sleepin' on me
shout out to mrs. peaches 'cause that's where this shit begun
and i'm my brother's keeper
he don't gotta hold a gun
and i don't pay no hitters
they just do that shit for fun
i heard your nigga lyin' and all my niggas on the run
fresh young nigga rockin' that designer
name a youngin had some real diamonds
i know they gon' shoot they glocks
bitch we shootin' opps while these niggas goin' pop
you ever love someone and watch that shit just fall apart?
my granny done got sick and that shit hurt me to my heart
in these streets you can't get comfy
if she think that you average
she gon' treat you like you bummy
i'll still'll blow your brains out so lil' boy
never said i was no angel
i'm just focused on that money
yeah i'm from trey-7 where them choppers get to dumpin'
my lil' niggas rob for nothin'
a-town come home soon and nigga we ain't bein' humble
stick a dick in all these snitches givin' niggas jersey numbers
how could you forget? been a real nigga off the rip
i shop around some rappers
ask 'em jefe keep a stick
soon as you step outside your comfort zone