Lyrics
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Pre-Chorus
Rollin' trey-fives out the pound to get higher (Dope)
Baby, on your man best day, he ain't flyer
Don't let them windows down when we on Lake Shore (Skrt)
Who that is in that car? Bro, you better make sure (On that car)
Racks like every day, a nigga filed his taxes (Bands)
Blew through a hundred K, swear you ain't in my bracket (Shit)
Pour a whole bottle out, that's for my brother (Pappy)
Break bread with my team, now let's have supper (Gang)
Chorus
Glizzies, Glizzies, Glizzies, Glizzies—they got .30 (Boom-boom-boom)
Swear a nigga got a feeling like I'm Fergie (I got a feeling?)
Let it blow right now, no mercy (Glah)
My niggas fighting over bodies, they so thirsty
Verse 1
Sippin' dirty (Sippin' dirty?)
Like my pussy pretty, pink, and pearly (Pearly)
Never late, I swear I'm getting to it early
Wake up, R-I-P my brother, started purgin' (Pappy)
Like a migo, he gon' bring them birds in
Shorty tricked me, said she was a virgin (What?)
You hear this Hemi, hear the blinker, start emerging (Skrrt)
And don't take this pack if you ain't certain (Don't do it)
Verse 2
You ain't gon' bring that money back, swear we get on your ass for that
Put that pump right to his chest, it made him have an asthma attack
Started off, I was producing, never thought that I would rap
Remember when my dawgs was hooping, now they all just like to clap, for real
So it ain't much I can say to ‘em 'cause their souls gone 'cause their bros gone
So every day, I just tell 'em, "Hold on"
Face shot, nigga, you ain't getting stole on
Bitches see me and they get their poles on
Ten minutes later, ain't got no clothes on
And I'll fuck them hoes with my gold on
Verse 3
Skino roll up three more
And then three more, and then three more
I know you fake, what the fuck you mad at me for?
Cops killing us, fuck you screaming peace for?
That's why I keep this peice for, so tell me if it's before
You can't pick up that hammer like you trying to be Thor
My niggas riding for me even through a detour
I'm from the Pole, that's why my bitch, she got this mink for
Verse 4
Blowing through this cash, I do it fast just to make it back
Swear I never crash, I do the dash like I'm racing laps
First heard my brother died and it was hard for me to take a breath
Damn, guess I ain't have shit to say for that
But one of you niggas is gon' pay for that
More than one of you niggas is gon' lay for that
More than one of my niggas is gon' spray for that
Put a bandana on my brother grave for that
Swear, a lot of you niggas ain't made for that
And I put that on my brother name for that
From the Pole, where it's cold and it's dangerous at
They banging hats, make sure your brains ain't attached
Outro
I was going harder than Drake and then
I heard Wayne, so I went harder than Wayne and then
Like Drake, swear nothing was the same again
I stayed with friends and made sure they made it end
I say a prayer and at the end, I say, "Amen"
I fucked up and I made sure I made amends
And my mistakes up to now is what made a man
And if I met a man better, I will shake his hand
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