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IDK Shy Glizzy Lyrics

Niggas be talkin' 'bout nets
People talk about gains, but they are not in the game and are anxious on the sidelines

But they on the sideline lookin' stressed
They are stressed not being part of the action despite their talking

I'm on the front line with the TEC
I am actively involved and armed with my weapon

I'm shootin' my shot, I'm hittin' they neck
I am aggressively taking aim and making an impact

Just give me respect, I'll give you respect
Respect me and I will respect you back

Bitch, I'm an animal, you ain't a vet
I am a fierce and intimidating force, you are not equipped to handle me

Shit, I got paper, boy, for you baby boys
I have a lot of money, more than the young and inexperienced people around me

Fuck around, I'ma take your Yvette
Try messing with me and I will take your girl

I take off my shirt, she take off the stress
I can relieve her stress and make her feel comfortable

I take off like Migo, the whip is offset
I leave quickly in a fancy car

I sit at the top of the city I rep
I am the most successful in the city I represent

My city ain't count, I be countin' the checks
I am making a lot of money while others are not doing much for the city

Jean Royere the chairs, that is the flex
I am showing off my wealth by owning prestigious chairs designed by Jean Royere

You gotta Google that just to connect
My possessions are so exclusive that you need to research to understand

I bought a crib, you bought a Patek
I bought a house, you bought an expensive watch

I guess that's the message you tryna project
You are trying to show off your wealth with your possessions

Finessin', I'm guessin' I'm comin' correct
I am skilfully getting what I want and doing it right

I'm like, "How are we beefin' if we never met?"
I don't understand why we have an issue if we never even met before

You like, "I ain't the one," I'm like, "Please come again"
You say you are not the problem, but I want you to explain further

Bitch, I rap off the top, I said peace to my pen
I freestyle and come up with lyrics on the spot

Rest in peace to my niggas I can't see again
I lost some friends and cannot see them again

Yeah, I know I'm gon' see you, this shit ain't the end
I believe in afterlife and will meet them again

Either you are an enemy or you a friend
There is no in-between, you are either with me or against me

It's no in between 'cause that is pretend
Pretending to be neutral is fake

I got my own two cents, if you know what I mean
I have my own opinion and ideas

I take the check over the trip, if you know what I mean
I prefer to take the money instead of traveling

I pick the mortgage over rent (Yeah), if you know what I mean
I choose to own a property by paying a mortgage instead of paying rent

GG the team, DC the king (GG)
My crew is Gucci Gang and I am the king of DC

I got the AR, it came with the beam (uh)
I have an assault rifle with an additional aiming device

Servin' up fiends, I don't pull no schemes
I sell drugs to addicts without cheating them

They hear when I'm comin', that shit say, "Cha-ching" (cha-ching)
People know I am successful and I make money

My neck so frozen, that shit say, "Bling-bling" (bling-bling)
My jewelry is so shiny and expensive, it makes a noise

She say, "You're a dope boy, that's just clean"
She compliments me for being a successful drug dealer

Uh-oh, I think I'm the man of her dreams (ooh)
I believe I am the person she wants to be with

Baby, what you waitin' on? Come join the big league (uh)
Why hesitate? Join me and become successful

We could take a trip way down to the deep sea (uh)
We could go on an extravagant vacation

And I'm with a bougie bitch, like to eat chickpeas
My girlfriend is high-maintenance, she likes fancy food

Sweet and petite, can't stand up to six feet (oh)
She is small and delicate, not as tall as me

She said, "Why your neck wet?" Baby, those VVS (goddamn)
She asks why my neck is sweaty, it's because of my expensive diamond necklaces

Greg Yuna piece, lil' bitch, it took six weeks (goddamn, goddamn)
My jewelry made by Greg Yuna took six weeks to make

Bitch keep naggin', talkin' 'bout she miss me
She keeps bothering me, saying she misses me

Told the bitch, "Don't pack," flew her out to Sicily (Woah)
I told her not to prepare anything, then took her on a trip to Sicily

Bitch got to braggin', I had to ditch her
She boasted too much, I had to leave her

Got even madder when I fucked her sister
She became even more angry when I slept with her sibling

I got my bag up, I think I'm that nigga (yep)
I made a lot of money and believe I am very successful

I just be swaggin', I'm a fashion killer (oh)
I have a lot of style and can rock any outfit

They say, "You a star, why you be with them hitters?" (brrt)
People question why I hang out with dangerous people

I hop out the car like, "I'm sorry, no pictures" (I'm sorry)
I don't want to be bothered with taking photos with fans

Call all of my dawgs, I grew up to riches (uh)
I call all of my friends who also came from humble beginnings and became rich

They told me that I was the runt out the litter (Young Jefe Holmes)
My friends used to call me the smallest and weakest among them, but now I am successful

Cute face, nice ass, but she's schemin' on the low
She is attractive, but secretly plotting something

I just cut to the chase, ask her, "Do you want the pole?"
I am direct and blunt, asking if she wants to have sex

New friends? No way, they be schemin' for the dough (uh-huh, uh, uh, uh)
I don't trust new people, they usually have ulterior motives for money

Ring the bell, I open up, see they face, and close the door (uh-huh, uh, uh, uh)
I let them in, see their face and realize they are not trustworthy, and kick them out