[Intro:]
[Interviewer:]
Give us a rundown of people that you working with the new project and the people you plan on working with
[Big Mota:]
Man Im tryna man get into man you know the boy Shy Glizzy
[Shy Glizzy:] *laughs*
[Big Mota:]
We need 50 for this motherf**er,
n***a 50. n***a you should’ve did a song n***a! 50!
50! Cuz we asked you nicely to do a song
You said get the f** out your face!
[Shy Glizzy:] Young Jefe Holmes! These prices way to high
You need to cut it!
[Hook: Shy Glizzy]
Cut it
Cut it
Cut it
Cut it
Cut it
Cut it
Cut it
Cut it
Cut it
Cut it
Cut it
Cut it
Cut it
Cut it
Cut it
[Verse 1: Glizzy ]
They tried to bust a move when we was two deep
b**h I still got my groove
That sh** was too weak
Had to move to Memphis for a whole week
Choppers in that Sprinter
We ain’t making no tweets
Boy how you want a feature?
Ain’t go no cheese
I wasn’t bout to let your fat a** come Debo me
Im just running through South Memphis with my OG
These rappers need to cut it
They ain’t bout no beef
Do you know how it feel to get respect n***a?
Then n***as wanna do sh** cuz the next n***a
Oh you seen me on them blogs
You thought I got checked didn’t you?
That ain’t yo dog if he can’t go hit the set with ya
Sorry Im not with the f**ing gimmicks
How you playing with a hitter for a f**ing image?
I know every DJ but this p**y Akademiks
Chain hit the floor and broke boys had a f**ing scrimmage
You say you a robber I’m saying
So why you ain’t go at my bands
Glizzy Gang
We Taliban
A.k.a them boys who don’t eat no ham
And plus he hop out the van
Spray you and two of your mans
I’m going to DR in the morning
My b**h got to go see her fam
These rappers, they not gonna ride
Security not on your side
They gotta know that ain’t goin’ slide
They gotta know that ain’t goin’ slide
You better keep one by your side
You better keep one by your side
I just gave the word to them guys
They shoot his a** right in his eye
We don’t give a f** bout your set
We don’t give a f** who you with
We don’t give a f** what you bang
You real n***a
You f** with the gang
Oh yeah and I got the chain
But Im not wearing that sh**
I can’t wear that sh** after lames
I told my j**elwer more carats and sh**
All the real n***as they know
All the b**hes still go
Ain’t no one stopping the show
But you better stop doing shows
They say they wanted a 50
They must be talking to Mickey
A lot of this sh** smelling fishy
Them n***as can’t come to my city
These n***as can’t come to my city
Or n***as going to run into Glizzy
And all of them n***as who 50
They gonna run from the glizzies
See n***as get attacked in my city
We don’t gotta act like we friendly
I make them racks in your city
And I’m coming back to your city
Somebody tell they a** they need to cut it
Why they acting like its something that it wasn’t?
These n***as they just stunting out in public
Book me for another show and we goin’ thug it
You want a verse my guy?
You need to cut it
You know these prices way too high
You need to cut it
Wait ’til you see my new piece
That b**h flooded
Rock that b**h everywhere
And I dare a n***a to touch it
[Outro: Dj Akademiks]
You know, man, I’ve been f**ing with Shy Glizzy for the longest. To me, that’s my f**ing favorite rapper out of DC. Now I get it