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[Intro: Shy Glizzy] Blatt, slatt It's a fuckin' money set nigga [Chorus: Shy Glizzy] Blatt, nigga slatt, it's a fuckin' money set Rollies, AP's, and Pateks, rest in peace, I'm fresh to death Yeah lil' bitch heaven sent, I just give her hella dick It get cold where I'm from, lil' baby send your measurements, hey Shout out to your ex 'cause y'all won't never meet again She done went gang on these lames, she don't need no fuckin' friends First time she put that pussy on me, put her in a Benz (Yeah) You wanna talk to her, lil' nigga gotta have an M (Young Jefe holmes) [Verse 1: Shy Glizzy] Jefe the name, fuck other theories You say you gang, you with the conspiracy (Gang gang) Quality jewelry, your shit is blurry (Bling bling) I catch a charge, they killin' the jury My swag be so clean but I'm sippin' the dirty Pull up to the scene and them niggas get scary I do it for Mally, I do it for 30 Street nigga for life but this shit ain't gon' bury me 40 bands in my jeans and you know they Amiri 20 bands in when a nigga get near me Shawty keep asking me questions like Siri 'Cause she ain't gettin' the message, that's clearly I like to show out lil' bitches especially You gotta show me that niggas can't catch you Girl my apologies that I can't flex you You know that I was a G when I met you A lot of bands, lot of dogs, it's a fuckin' major flex I make the gang go shoot some opps and spray a fuckin' hater next Oh yeah I'm this bitch with Flare and it's a fuckin' money set Boy if you play with that GG, ain't no fuckin' comin' back, ayy [Chorus: Shy Glizzy] Blatt, nigga slatt, it's a fuckin' money set Rollies, AP's, and Pateks, rest in peace, I'm fresh to death Yeah lil' bitch heaven sent, I just give her hella dick It get cold where I'm from, lil' baby send your measurements, hey Shout out to your ex 'cause y'all won't never meet again She done went gang on these lames, she don't need no fuckin' friends First time she put that pussy on me, put her in a Benz (Yeah) You wanna talk to her, lil' nigga gotta have an M [Verse 2: Young Thug] This mud on my ho, this mud on my dawgs This bitch want some score to put in her nose She say that this dick taste like candy Put some Laffy Taffys, it get hard then it's soft Under to the coat, that was just cocked, cocked Pop it on all of you opps I don't wanna pour up, but I got crop Fly as a broom, my diamonds no mop, yeah Hit my dawg with a brick like he Deebo, oh yeah My red gator out the swamp like mosquitos, oh yeah Got that pump in the front of that peephole, oh yeah Only time I ride the jetski's to catch hoes, oh yeah, uh (All the time) Perpetratin', ridin' in that Lambo on that Tesla, ooh Slam a bitch back, I done gone sumo, I'm a wrestler, ooh Take that Perc', 20 minutes later I load Beretta, ooh Eiffel tower on my chest, that cost me cheddar, ooh [Chorus: Shy Glizzy] Blatt, nigga slatt, it's a fuckin' money set Rollies, AP's, and Pateks, rest in peace, I'm fresh to death Yeah lil' bitch heaven sent, I just give her hella dick It get cold where I'm from, lil' baby send your measurements, hey Shout out to your ex 'cause y'all won't never meet again She done went gang on these lames, she don't need no fuckin' friends First time she put that pussy on me, put her in a Benz (Yeah) You wanna talk to her, lil' nigga gotta have an M
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