Shy Glizzy - Score lyrics

[Intro : Go hoppin that porshe] (Young Jefe Holmes) [Hook: ShyGlizzy] Hey little boy, Jefe said ,"Go do your chores!" These n***as some who*es Wipe them out, show no remorse I might go hop in that Porsche Go buy my new b**h a horse Soon as I hopped off the porche I started flaming that torch He shoots! He scores! A soon as I walk in the door Swoosh I score I send my goons to your block (Bup bup bup bup) and they score They gonna pa** Jefe the rock Cause they know for sure Im gonna score He shoot! He Scores! [Verse 1: Shy Glizzy] The f** is you doing? Jefe be rocking that foreign These n***as be super boring They just be rapping, no touring Straight at they a** like a storm It could be four in the morning We give no f**s what you doing See, GG b**h we just a army We bust in your sh** with the tommy's Your moms could be making an omelet Shoot her a** straight out her bonnet These n***as be talking like b**hes Im just being honest I can not kick it with snitches f** no, Im not being modest Shorty be kicking this flavor Shorty be getting his paper These n***as can't get them no paper So they wanna turn into haters I put the food in your neighbor I even tipped all the waiters You mad you can sit at the table Bye lil' boy I'll see you later [Hook: Shy Glizzy] [Verse 2: Shy Glizzy] The one and the only big glizzy n***a the f** is you silly? Im two stops away from a mili They asking me, "Where is the glizzies?" I don't mix red peppers with chili You got your sh** took by the Glizzies? Boy this sh** don't look like no Glizzy Forever Tre-7 to heaven My dogs they tote big Mac 11's I don't plan on doing no telling Bet whatever my brother ain't telling All of my n***as, they reckless You see all of my n***as got necklaces f** n***as think they gonna test us Let your stupid a** wait for the stretcher I can't wait to see some of you rappers Make me take off my belt while you act up My n***as come through, beat your back up Your n***as be calling for back up Watch out, watch out for that 'Lac truck GG QB, get your sack up I only make music for trappers Now go sing your last song with the pastor [Hook: Shy Glizzy]