Glizzy On Hip

English translation

Atlanta, they start busy, want them

We do whatever you want

I walk around with a glizzing on you

They tryna get up when you gone

And all you cannot jump on shit

Know you wanna drop that low

Bet you won't, four niggas gon' deal

You bleed, yeah, we bleed

Hop out, squeeze

Heard all niggas tryna bump

What you and I ain't pop ID

Fina go buy a Bentley truck

When I pop out, look big, this me

D-bitch is fake, right to ring me a girl

Do I love her? I don't know

It's the real materials world

Can't help top floor, whenever I open the door

I be like, finna have a good night

What you wanna drink, Sprite

If you leave, I'll be alright

Tryna beat that shit to sleep whenever you leave, I'm be out night

Got some fun, tryna creep, make a squeak and he gon' die

Nigga, the chick, cause he thought I was gon' squeeze, he on 5'5

Nigga, wear your check, he blew

Everything and now he seen to be outside

Ain't trust you, bitch, all you do is lie

Tryna be my baby mama, can't be mine

Whenever it's smoke, no rhyme, but I won't crash because I grind

Work too hard for this, I had to get wild pass for me to shine

Yo, work hard for this, can't be stanchy with me, baby, get a line

Gotta work hard for real, be there for my kid

And the facade, this shit for real Play with us and we gon' spin

They line up they start busy want them We do whatever you

Want I walk around with a glizzing on you They try to

Get up when you go and all you cannot jump on shit Know

You wanna drop that low but you won four niggas gon drill

You bleed just how we bleed, hop out squeeze

Heard all niggas tryna bump, where you and I ain't pop ID

Finna go buy a Bentley truck, when I pop out, lil' big this me

D-bitcha fake right around here girl, do I love her?

I don't know, it's the real material world

This shit way too evil, I'm tryna pop a cup all black

I'm a fireman, kill some people, yeah

Deep about the ass, so don't scream

My new belt, Celine

Dre Locks in his head, got 308

The turn of Mr. Clean

Tell me what you want

Got it all, I got what you need

She don't give up that pussy for none

I'm a locksmith, know I got the key

I fuck around the tweet

Buy that Skrilla, I'm a fucking geek

I don't fuck with lames

Get tired of niggas, I'm a fucking pig

Fuckin' the big booty hoe in the scat pack

Almost wrecked your V, yeah

You ain't gonna bust that fire

Get out of the way, just give it to me, yeah

That song, my little boy, life ain't no toy

We put shit on T's

Don't ask what I believe

You should know

That cross is on my jeans

Atlanta, they start busy, want them

We do whatever you want

I walk around with a glizzing on you

They try to get up, where you go?

Hell no, you cannot jump on shit

Know you wanna drop that low

Bet you won't

Four niggas gon' drill

You bleed, just how we bleed

How about squeeze?

Heard all niggas tryna bump

Where you at?

I ain't pop ID

Finna go buy a Bentley truck

When I pop out, look big as me

D-bitch is fake right with me, girl

Do I love her?

I don't know

It's a real material world