"My Glizzy" lyrics

[BloodHound Q50:]
You ain't drivin' on no hit, if your ass ain't got the wheel
I left seven niggas dead, bitch you know that I can't chill
I'm high as fuck, I'm smokin' Leal' that boy a snitch his ass won't squeal
When I lost Z this shit got real
Shoot a nigga in his face like Bradley Beal

[Ghost 53206:]
When we bendin' in them strikes, I let bro 'nem take the wheel
This shit real
Twenty thousand cash bond my mouth was sealed
Man I drive until I crash
Don't give a fuck 'bout no appeal
And I touched a hundred thousand cash fuck havin' a deal

[Bloodhound Lil Jeff:]
I'm in the stu' and I'm with Will
They telling me rap, still gone drill
Know I'm still hopping out even if I got the wheel
Nigga play with K-Racks then you know he get killed
No I ain't talkin' cleats when I say we in the field
I can see it in his eyes, he ain't never caught a kill

[K-Racks:]
You ain't never bust no brick nigga, why the fuck you cappin?
Amiri jeans tight as hell got my pockets filled with cabbage
If I call 50 he'll walk you down, that boy do magic
I just bought two books of food, I tucked a sixty in the mattress
Tuck the lean or grab the jacks I cracked a dub and then I passed 'em
Louie V all on my jacket, this a thousand dollar fabric
Niggas speakin' from the bleachers, could've sworn that I blew past 'em
You ain't never had to run how the fuck you niggas crackin'?
Niggas runnin' out of money, I don't think you ever had it

[BloodHound Q50:]
Slap a fifty in the glizzy, niggas know that I'm gon' switch 'em
Bet nobody nobody get in front of my glizzy
Got a old Glock that bitch caught four, but this new one different
I could show you how to kill 'em make a nigga skip the 'spital, huh

[Ghost 53206:]
Creepin' down your block four deep, baby threat 'nem vicious
Five niggas right up on your street, we the new addition
Want a nigga try to play with me, then he gone be missin'
Let a nigga reach for bro VV's, Jeff gone leave him twitchin'

[Bloodhound Lil Jeff:]
My hands full bitch I count on my feet, I got a hat collection
Put a nigga face right on a tee right after he go missin'
Micro drac I'm in the backseat mask down on a mission
There he go right there, bail out on feet, crop him out the picture

[K-Racks:]
Free Fay, we was catching opps and dumping 'em down in traffic
You ain't never caught no books of fresh, unwrapped 'em out the plastic
All these niggas washed up, they money gone, they ain't crackin'
I spent 7K on Louis, I really got expensive habits
20K on my teeth, I ran this shit up off trappin'
And I ain't tryna compete, cause niggas know that I'm crackin'
We hoppin' out in broad day, or catchin' niggas in traffic
Balling on all of the opps, them niggas broke they ain't havin'