Shy Glizzy - Score lyrics
rate me(Hook)
Hey lil boy, Jefe say go do your chores
These niggas some whores
Wipe em out, show no remorse
I might go hop in that Porsche
Go buy my new bitch a horse
Soon as I hopped off da porch
I started flaming that torch
He shoots, he scores
As soon as I walk in the door
Shoosh, I score
I send my goons to your gun
Pop pop pop pop and let's go
They go pass on that rock(?!)
Cuz they know fo' sure I'm gon' score
He shoots, he scores
(Verse)
Da fuck is ya doin'?
Jefe be rockin' that foreign
These niggas be super bored
They just be rappin' and tourin'
Straight at their heads like a storm
It could be fun in the morning
We give no fucks what you doin'
See chi-chi bitch ________(?)
We bustin' yo chute at the Thomas
Yo moms could be making an omelet
Shoot her ass straight out 'er body
These niggas be talkin' like bitches
I'm just bein' honest
I cannot kick it with snitches
Fuck no, I'm not bein' modest
Shawty be kickin' this flavor
Shawty be gettin' this paper
These niggas can't get to my paper
So they gon' turn into haters
I put the food in yo neighbor
I even tipped all the waiters
You mad you can't sit at the table
Bye lil boy, I'll see u later
(Hook)
(Verse 2)
The one and the only, big loser
Nigga, da fuck, is you silly?
I'm two steps away from a milli
They askin' me where is the Glizzy's
I don't mix red peppers with chilli
You got yo shit shipped by the glizzyz
Boy, this shit don't look like no glizzy
Fo'eva chased out into heaven
My dog takes on big Mac11
I don't plan on doin' and tellin'
That whateva, my brotha, no tellin'
All of my niggas, they reckless
You see all of my niggas, got necklace
Fuck niggas think they gon' test us
Let your stupid ass run for discretion
I can't wait to see some of you robbers
Let me take out my belt, what you after?
My niggas come through, need yo back-up?
Yo niggas be callin' fo' back-up
Watch out, watch out fo' that _____(?)
Chi chi QB get yo sack up
I only make music fo' choppers
Now go sing yo last song with the pastor
(Hook)
