Shy Glizzy Flowers
[Intro]
(Ayy, 6ix)
It's Young Jef'
The motherfuckin' best
Yeah
Young Jefe, holmes
[Chorus]
Say she want a thug, she want a hood nigga, yeah
But she'll take a Russell Wilson, just a good nigga, yeah
I be with Big B like I'm f..ckin' Jigga, yeah
I don't trust nan' one of these niggas, yeah
That bitch gon' f..ck with me 'cause I get major figures, yeah
Way out by the sea, hop on a wave, nigga, yeah
Don't f..ck with Glizzy, he be with gravediggers, yeah
Let niggas think it's sweet and we gon' spray at niggas, yeah
[Verse 1]
My nigga dead 'cause he went fed, he tried to say that he didn't
Stop tellin' me what my youngins did 'cause, bitch, this GG business
Kicked 'em out my circle, they was some squares, I'm playin' 'em at a distance
You ain't got a hundred thou', spent that on my ears, bitch, I don't do no listenin', yeah
Let me let you know, boy, that you's a real capper, yeah
Yeah, you's a broke boy, I be with real trappers, yeah
I'm from that Yo, boy, where we get real active (Yo-Yo)
These niggas say they active, but they real actors, yeah
I'm slidin' around this bitch like I play hockey, yeah
Oops, I popped a Tesla, lost my car key, yeah
Niggas was just on WIC, now we wake up palm trees, yeah
The baddest bitch out the clique, you know that's all me, yeah
[Chorus]
Say she want a thug, she want a hood nigga, yeah
But she'll take a Russell Wilson, just a good nigga, yeah
I be with Big B like I'm f..ckin' Jigga, yeah
I don't trust nan' one of these niggas, yeah
That bitch gon' f..ck with me 'cause I get major figures, yeah
Way out by the sea, hop on a wave, nigga, yeah
Don't f..ck with Glizzy, he be with gravediggers, yeah
Let niggas think it's sweet and we gon' spray at niggas, yeah
[Verse 2]
Lately, I been buyin' properties
And I plan to buy the whole board up like Monopoly
Took her to the beach, she bust it open, she's a tropic freak
Always got a speech, she graduated for philosophy, yeah
I keep a Glock in my pants, you know these niggas jealous, yeah
I got them bands on me, you know I'm really heavy, yeah
Got a bossed-up bitch, don't wear shit but Birkins and Kellys, yeah
Had a Band-Aid on my face, she said I look like Nelly, yeah
Had your bitch, she gave me head while we was watchin' Belly, yeah
Even on my deathbed, it's still f..ck 9-11, yeah
These niggas done went sour, I got big and better, yeah
Come on, give me my flowers, I hope they last forever
