Shy Glizzy & Glizzy Gang - Ridiculous lyrics

[Intro] (I'm with the cash like Diego) (B-B-Bankroll Got It) [Chorus: Shy Glizzy] If it ain't 'bout GG, b*tch, say "I don't know" When it come to that DC sh*t, lil' b*tch I'm the GOAT Had to hit lil' Joe, yeah, just like a foe All I know if them hittas pulled up, it was murder she wrote I'm in the trenches with all of the killers And I'm in the trap with the dealers I'm in the jungle with all of the snakes, the lions, the bears, gorillas I got a glimpse of them millions, I had to go get it, my fingers be itchin' I cannot fu*k with these ni**as because they be b*tchin', that sh*t is ridiculous [Verse 1: Shy Glizzy] b*tch, we walk up in a party Put your hands up it's a robbery I got some ni**as that strip you, the very next day, they be rockin' your Cartis My new b*tch look like a Barbie I gave her dick then she brought me some money My ni**as they ridin' regardless, fu*k your lil' gang, b*tch, I got me a army fu*k that lil' b*tch, I done got me some racks Say that's his b*tch but I know she a thot Odell Beckham, I'm catchin' these packs He like OT, everything you not You play with Glizzy, you gettin' shot I got some killers, they hit your block Come here lil' mami, give me some top He ain't got money, I got a lot All outside, they love a ni**a hood I'm fu*kin' with 'em, they show me love Gun on my hip, b*tch got the slugs My cousin ain't Crip but I call him "Cuz", ayy b*tch, I'm really, really rich I ain't gon' never stop poppin' my sh*t Check out my wrist, check out my drip These ni**as know they been on my dick, ayy [Chorus: Shy Glizzy & No Savage] If it ain't bout GG, b*tch, say "I don't know" When it come to that DC sh*t, lil' b*tch I'm the GOAT Had to hit lil' Joe, yeah, just like a foe All I know if them hittas pulled up, it was murder she wrote I'm in the trenches with all of the killers And I'm in the trap with the dealers I'm in the jungle with all of the snakes, the lions, the bears, gorillas (Uh, Jefe) I got a glimpse of them millions, I had to go get it, my fingers be itchin' (Mob, ayy, mob, mob) I cannot fu*k with these ni**as because they be b*tchin', that sh*t is ridiculous (Hey, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah) [Verse 2: No Savage] Left out the trap, flew straight to Atlanta (Left out the trap) I had to go handle some bidness, uh (Handlin' bidness) He let her gas 'em, I got 'em peeled, get right back to servin' the city, uh (Right back to serving 'em, no) Jefe know Wopo been blowin' the Glock (Jefe) Still in the mix but I'm playin' my part (Boom) Think 'cause he shot a ni**a, he got hot (Boom-boom) I'm still hoppin' out on ni**as block (Grrr) Keep on comin', I'ma break your bank (b*tch) They never did sh*t a ni**a can't (Nah) ni**as be out of pocket, they be lame (Uh) High as sh*t and flyer than a plane (Higher sh*t) Buss Rollies, ni**as do the same (Buss watch) Spin his corner, get out, let it bang (Grrr) I'm a killer, I'ma pin his name (Grrr) I'ma come put it on 'em in the rain (Grrr) Somebody killed the b*tch 'cause she on dick (b*tch) I threw the KRISS Vec up in that tent (Bah) You don't know me, I murder ni**as' men (Murder) He with a whip and got hit in his chin (Pussy) Uh (b*tch), uh, uh Shootin' that Glock, better don't get jump (Better don't get jump) Beam on that FN, can't miss no one (Can't miss no one) Roll me a 'Wood, geekin' to smoke one (Pussy) [Chorus: Shy Glizzy] If it ain't bout GG, b*tch, say "I don't know" (Woah, yeah) When it come to that DC sh*t, lil' b*tch I'm the GOAT Had to hit lil' Joe, yeah, just like a foe All I know if them hittas pulled up, it was murder she wrote I'm in the trenches with all of the killers And I'm in the trap with the dealers I'm in the jungle with all of the snakes, the lions, the bears, gorillas I got a glimpse of them millions, I had to go get it, my fingers be itchin' I cannot fu*k with these ni**as because they be b*tchin', that sh*t is ridiculous